I could only compare them to those of the mannequins in my mothers shop. Hers were real soft and enticing compared to the mannequins plastic hardness....he quickly turned to the door while grabbing her blouse to her chest. I was standing there with an open mouth, staring at the objects that I had been dreaming about. When she saw it was me, she grinned and slowly took her hands away. I could now see her cleavage properly, and I could only stare - dry mouthed.She said: “Well, what do you think?. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your point of view, my best friend and her boyfriend were raising up a storm in my bedroom. All I could hear were groans from Andre and high-pitched screams from April. This was the first time I ever saw or heard her having sex. I stood by the bedroom and listened in. It drove me crazy hearing her squeal and whimper, “Oh Andre. Yes-yes. That’s it. Fuck me so good, baby. Fuck me soooo good.” I imagined Andre on top of April, pounding at her as. She lent forward and her nipple was exposed. a lovely dark errect nipple which made my heart skip a beat. %%%%% was telling me that she was single and had a couple of men friends only which she saw from time to time. i was oozing precum for this lovely young woman sitting in my home, but didn't want to spoil things so i did not try to 'come' onto her.she initiated things by asking for another hug. did i have to be asked again? i was down on my knees in front of her and wrapped my arms around. That is not what this story is about.This story is about a fella called Otis McGee. I guess you could say it is about pride. Not foolish pride like in the picture shows. It is more of a pride that relies on a sense of family, adherence to a code of honor, and a determination of purpose that subscribes to the principle of "An eye for an eye" retribution.Otis McGee was not what you could call a smart fella. He was a bit slow when it comes to book-learning. Otis was more of a thinking man. Problem.