“That must be the guy she was talking about a few weeks ago with Alisha,” I thought as I caressed her face. “That’s okay. You will find a bett...r one,” I tried to console her.She started crying again and coming closer, she hugged me. “Please stop crying,” I told her as I rub her back. I felt her boobs pressed right against my chest. Even though it was emotional, I was getting kind of horny with all that and my cock was getting into its shape.She didn’t say anything and just hugged me for a. "I should have put one in his head!" he spat angrily."Fuck off Stan," Wassa whined, "its bad enough that we'll get done for armed robbery." Well then Wassa, why don't you get us the fuck off this main road and onto the back streets where we can relieve someone of their vehicle and get to somewhere safe?" Stan growled.The dark sedan with the three criminals embarked made a right turn and disappeared down the dark wet streets; it was now speeding towards Michele's compact only a few streets. ” Bill stood stop sign straight, blocking the entrance. The taxi-cab at the end of the house’s walk-path beeped the horn and sped off. In turn, the petite young lady waved at it with a smile.“Frankie, is that you, baby?” Amanda hollered from the kitchen.“It’s me, mom!”Frankie rushed past Bill and was lifted into a spinning embrace by her mother. Much distance didn’t have to be covered as kitchen and living room were practically one with there being minimal separation – unless you count the. "To me, all other girls pale in comparison to Darla, Mom. None are as beautiful to my eyes, none are as sexy or desirable, none are as interesting or engaging, and none are as clever. I suppose a few girls are smarter than she, but not many, and none come close to the overall package I see when I look at her or when I think about her. I asked Ellen for a date, but I didn't want a date with Ellen. I wanted to go out with Darla. Darla mentioned Barbara had a crush on me, but Barbara doesn't.