’ ‘No shit, Mr. ‘B’. Was day doin’ da nasty?’ ‘All the way down to his short-hairs Franco. Betty’s got a mouth on her that could put t...e Holland Tunnel to shame.’ ‘No, shit Mr. ‘B’! God, I wudda love ta seen dat. You know… Mr. Ventura our Matre ‘D had da ask her to leave just a couple a weeks ago. She was under da table of da big corner booth givin’ John ____, her director a knob-job. The two of ’em were pretty stoned ya know. So, when she gets up, she forgets her bra’s unsnapped and her dress. "Lani paled as she saw where her daughter was pointing. "But this is a maternity shop, Heather." I know that, Mom. I'm just looking." Heather smiled at her mother. "Don't worry. I'm not even thinking about sex much less getting pregnant. I was wondering if, well, you ever thought about having more children." More children? Well, your father and I discussed having one more child but I guess we never really committed to it. I think it's too late at this point in our lives. Why are you asking?" I. "What in the world is so funny?" she asked. "Nothing really, just that it was my idea to go for a walk, but I don't want to walk anymore...I got too distracted by the real beauty out here." I said. "Well, what do you want to do now?" she snickered. "I want to get you back to your house, strip you down, shove my tongue into all your tight holes, and fuck your beautiful ass like there's no tomorrow!" I impatiently said. Melia gave my crotch a squeeze, then grabbed my hand and all but ran back. I very much would like to see that. If it happens and she likes it we can make it a regular thing. It will solve her problem and it will help me out, so you don't bother me all the time." I don't know Tina, it's pretty weird." Just do it, I bet you'll be screwing her within minutes."I walked over to the bedroom. Jane was lying on her stomach, naked, except she had a towel draped over her butt. Her F size saggy tits were spilling out on her sides, plainly visible. She had tucked the nipples.