I smiled, feeling a little more secure now. Im Jocelyn, I said, trying to establish something of a friendship with the woman whos name I didnt even kn...w. Bullshit, she said, suddenly getting harsh again. Youre not Jocelyn. Youre a lowly, dirty whore. Youre a little fuckslut with no rights and no name. Youre Jocelyns horny little cunt hole. Youre Jocelyns whore ass. Youre Jocelyns stupid little slave mouth thats only good to swallow whatever shell get in it. I swallowed hard and nodded, even. He turned it on and the screen flickered to life. Shadiya jumped back and screamed as she saw the magic of little people in the box. ‘What kind of magic is this!’ she said when she finally found her voice again. ‘It’s ok Shadiya. He tried to figure out a way to describe a 20th century invention to a woman whose last memories were of the newly crowned King Tut. ‘It’s like a play,’ he said. ‘Only in this box.’ was all he could come up with. She looked behind the TV and couldn’t for the life of. Obviously, my brother could care less about her discomfort. He began driving his cock in and out fucking her with long, deep strokes. He called her his whore in between grunts. He told her how he was going to make her gape in the future and give her anal creampies. I don't think my mother understood what he meant and I don't think she cared at this point. The damage was already done. Carlos got so excited by his own dirty talk, he ended up climaxing less than two minutes after he started. His. ”“Who’s Mr. Karas?” Elaine asked. So Tommy told her all about being buttonholed after dinner on Saturday. “Charlie’s right. You can burn that bridge when you come to it. Right now, there’s a different bridge I want to try crossing.” “Cross? Did you purposely make that pun?” Tommy asked, and they all laughed together. “Com’ere you two,” Charlene said. “I need a hug, while we’re still standing, and can get our arms around each other.” The three of them came together in a group hug then, and.