So I said I wanted to suck it....he told me to come over and suck his nut out...gave me the address...I put on a mini skirt ....tube top that showed o...f my boobs...and fuck me heels and went overWhen I knocked on the door he answered and all of this pot smoke rolled out...I figured ...ok...he likes to smoke up...so I followed him insideWhen we got to his living room he had 4 big black guys...friends of his there hanging out....getting high and watching a football game and had me sit between him. “Very little,” I confess. “Okay. Well, Jack, I married my ex-husband also at the age of eighteen. In my case, I had to, as I was pregnant with Diane at the time. Like you, he was an older man in his thirties. Diane was born and I doted on her, then my husband died in a horrible car accident. He left me not penniless but certainly not living in the lap of luxury. He had left me the house but almost no cash.” “As a result, I was forced to work to make ends meet and support Diane and myself.. Two down — two to go, I thought.I was wrong, though. It was Two down — two going, going, gone. The other two snakebats, deciding I wasn't worth the trouble, flew away. Relieved that they'd left without turning their numbing breath on me, I jogged over toward the merchant's wagon to check on him.The corpulent man stirred a little as I approached, sitting up with another girlish yelp when he felt the bite on his ankle. When he turned in my direction, he squealed and passed out again.Rolling my. Why did it make her pace around the apartment like a spare part, simultaneously loving him and hating him and constantly wanting to burst into tears? They’d talked earlier in the day. He told her he loved her like he always did and it made her heart jump. She’d made him laugh, he’d made her laugh, he’d called her baby and angel and honey and it made her feel full of golden weightless sugar. Every word spilled into her and made her feel like he really did love her. He said it. I love you, he.