And yours. Leroy and I got to comparing notes, you see, and realized that we both love you. We love you for who you are, babe. You’re a ‘fun girl,...�� you know. ‘Fun Time Jill,’ wasn’t that what some folks called you?“You could say that Leroy has rubbed off on me a bit, brought me closer to understanding his perspective. I always thought that marriage should mean the end of extracurricular activities, as it were, but he’s shown me a better way forward,” Clayton said, at which point Jill put her. Wanting to jamb straight into her softness, but having the patience not to rush the process he begins to gently rub the satin panties along the edge of her pussy to feel for this elusive "bobo" that he is sure doesn't exist."Maybe you could find it easier if I pull my shorts down Uncle Bud." "I think you will need to sweetie, my fingers are too fat to do any good like this." She feels moisture begin to seep into her panties as he says that. His fingers are doing plenty of good for her like. " Nancy said, pondering."I'm here for my cousin. I'm going to keep it real. I want you to represent him. I don't care if you're a public defender or whatever. He's got a future. You and I go way back," I said."What kind?" She said."He raps," I answered."Oh, mixtape rappers. Those."I rolled my eyes for a second and said: "Wait a second. Once upon a time, not long ago, didn't you idolize a rapper because of his mentality? Didn't you idolize the fact that he came from almost nothing, just like us?. Anyway get a shower, I’m just across the hall and my door is always open, even if I’m playing with myself.” With that and a wink she was gone. I stepped into the shower and took my clothes off gently shaking each one into the tub basin. I took the shower head and washed the dirt and grime down the drain. I put a huge blob of conditioner in my hair and started to brush out my long red locks with my fingers dropping chunks of hair into the toilet bowl. I washed the grime off my small slender.