I couldn’t afford an abortion and had no choice but to have my son. I had plans for college but those dreams were quickly crushed replaced by a rea...ity of working end jobs and living on welfare just to support my son. There was a time I could have had anyone but after having Jimmy I was considered damaged goods. I never fucking wanted this life. I never fucking wanted to be a mother. I have paid for that mistake all these years raising him and he was now finishing high school eager to start. ‘What time do you crazy showbiz people go to bed?’ ‘Whenever we finish our last line of crack and pass out.’ She joked. ‘I’m sorry to say accountants aren’t that exciting,’ I smiled. ‘I’m going to bed now.’ ‘Aw, lame.’ She punched me on the arm again. ‘But I suppose I could do with an early night too.’ I brushed my teeth in the bathroom and returned to sit on my bed, disrobing until I was wearing just my boxer shorts. I stood up and walked over to close the door when Vanessa appeared, half. " His long fingered-hands worked on my neck, shoulders, middle back and then began moving to my lower back and butt. He was good and knew what he was doing. "Since I am going to put massage oil on you to loosen you up, would it be okay if I took off my T-shirt and pants so I do not get them oily?" "Sure," I said, turning my head to watch him stand up, walk to the head of the mattress and pull his T-shirt over his head and peel his track pants down, letting an incredibly long, thick BBC jutting. “Another finger now doctor” Nurse Grey quietly coached him. “Or that nice fat thumb” groaned Lady Charlotte “put it in me” Sharpe’s eyes had been closed concentrating but as he opened them he could focus on nothing but Lady Charlotte engorged clitoris he had more than enough moisture to rub comfortably over her erect and resilient hood and a tiny pink head emerged the whole now fascinating thing the fully the size of the last joint of his fore figure. He rubbed it again and she pushed back.