"Myrna, the last time you shot that thing it knocked you on your ass." I was but a little girl den, Mistah Bill." Oh for shit sakes Myrna, don't you t...ink it's about time you quit talking like a slave? Jon, she graduated from Princeton with honors and speaks better English than either of us. I have no idea why she keeps talking like that, but I hate to hear it, as did your grandfather."This came as a big shock to me and from the looks Bill was getting from Myrna, he would be poisoned if he. Needed to be safe. He was hard and ready for me to fuck.“Wanna fuck then? Can’t just leave it there.”“You’re so bold, okay, I’m ready!”I jerked his dick hard and got into position, I placed my stomach on the arm of the sofa, my tits hung down and my ass in the air was waiting for him to enter my pussy from behind, I’ve always liked that first. I feel his hands on my ass and the tip of his dick wipes up and down my pussy, I lubricate and he presses into me and slides up me, I feel the veins in. I wasted no time hopping on my bike and heading over to Christa's house. She answered the door in a tight tank top, her little tits looking nice through the thin fabric, and a pair of tight, denim shorts that showed off her firm, rounded ass to perfection. I came inside and we sat down on the couch in her family room, watching some game shows on daytime TV. We were both waiting for something, I was not sure if I was supposed to do something, or if she wanted to wait for some reason.She finally. "And you know that this arrangement is at best morally bankrupt and possibly qualifies as prostitution and would be illegal in this country?" They turned another shade of red, but both answered yes. "Ok. Fine. Tomorrow, you two can apply and if you still want to stay after that, you're as crazy as the rest of these idiots." I shook my head.Reality just kept moving further and further away."Ok. So then I guess we don't really need Zane." I mused."Whot!" Sean looked alarmed. "But 'e's on 'is.