Spike really didn't know where to look - her cunt was already creaming when Allie stopped on the top step, lifting her dress and Spike's face collided...with that perfect black backside. Spike couldn't avoid a quick kiss; Allie rocking her hips between Spike's hands. I turned round "Dirty girls - I love that".Inside the van, sitting on ch1ld-size chairs, Allie and Spike reminisced about school days:Fairies'Remember those art lessons where we had to draw fairies in the wood - most c***dren drew. When I got home, I asked the family, “What is going on Saturday?” My man reminded me of how bad the swing parties were last year during any football game. He planed to just watch the game if he couldn't get tickets. “Problem solved,” I said and showed him the tickets and passes. He almost shit himself when he saw the tickets and realized how good they were. He asked, “Where did you get them?” I said, “Joe, from Joe and Cathy.” (who we have both played with). He couldn't believe Joe just gave. He stared unblinkingly at the old lady for a moment and debated whether to jump up and snuggle on the blanket. But his stomach reminded him it was nearly supper time and he decided to head for the kitchen in search of food instead. He knew Jessie had left some chicken breasts out to defrost because he could smell them with his sensitive nose. The thought of chicken was far too tempting to resist and with an idle yawn he trotted away, his tail twitching. The shadows lengthened and the clock. I could see some of his fingers going in and out of mum’s cunny making a loud squelching noise. She looked straight at me, but was looking through me. She was in her own head, and knew about that – I tried to do that sometimes. Mum and I often talked about what we had to do, and to accept that they loved us and wanted to show their love to us, but sometimes in doing that we were both hurt. I knew that her looking right through me was one of those times.I went back to swimming, leaving.