My parents weren't rich ,mind you not poor either ,they were average.I think they loved eachother but sex was not something they kept inside the marri...ge,in fact they were serialcheaters having countless relations ,flings with all kind of people.When my mother turned 40 she realised that her best time was over and she basically stopped having trysts and turned to another friend : alcohol,lots of it ,i came home from school and would find my mother passed out drunk on the couch or wherever she. My boots were on the floor next to the futon, which I had recently moved into the living room along with my PS3 and television, more and more this small apartment was starting to feel like a home. The shoe laces were wearing thin on my favorite steel-toe boots, and the leather was starting to peel off in places, they were still in good shape considering that I had owned them for 4 years, but I couldn't help but think that I may have to retire them with my Avengers jacket.Finally dressed, I. His thumbs rubs over her erect nippes as he kissed her ear. “Time to claim another hole,” he whispered. He pushed her back down to the bed and with her face down and ass up, he moved his face between her cheeks and bit the flesh. Her head rose from the bed as she moaned. She felt his teeth sink deeper into the tender skin. He bit until he tasted the bitter taste of her blood. He lifted his head to see his work. A perfect bite mark showed between her pale cheeks. He smiled. She felt the bed. Give me some of that fat cock. Fill my belly with your little swimmers and we’ll call him Earl Jr.”“Hang onto your knees, Mary. GOD-DAMN-WHAT-AN-ASS-YOU-GOT-GIRL. Get ready to get knocked up, cause here comes Big Daddy Earl’s cock.”“Damn, Earl. Did your cock grow or is my pussy really as small as that fucking manikin’s?”“I think we got a double dose here, Mary. You’re some kind of extra tight now, Baby. Hump that sweet ass back here and get my load. We’re about to plant little Earl Jr. in your.