Most of her boyfriends would do that. Sometimes they would hit me, too. Brian was different, though. He was always clean and smelled kind of good. No... like a perfume or anything, but in a way I cant describe. He has dark brown hair with a beard and a big mustache that always hangs over his lips. Ive seen his chest once and it was really hairy, too. Hes tall and sometimes he wears glasses. I think hes cute. He acts different than Mommys other boyfriends, too. They would usually just sit and. He swallowed hard. His eyes bugged out in disbelief as he concentrated on the amazing sensation of her hot tight pussy walls as they enveloped his cock and slid along his lengthy prick shaft. He felt his thick cock hair coming in contact with the fine, damp bush of her pussy. He felt her cunt muscles flex and tug his cock. He felt his nipples, hard and excited, as they pressed into the soft but firm mounds of her excited tits. “Oh, God!” he cried. He clutched her head with the sides of his arms. "What the fuck are we doing?"He cocked his head. "You're losing -- and enjoying it. I'm winning -- but not conducting pillage and rapine..." Are we gonna fuck?" Sometime. No hurry." Why not?" You're not ready." I'm not?" Nope. You're waiting for me to fuck up and try to roll over you -- then you can say to yourself, 'See, he's just like all the others -- only wants in my panties... ' Then I'm a bad guy, and you can work up some defenses -- maybe -- or a fine case of guilt, anyway. And Lon's a. I opened it, and there was a pimp pointing a gun at me. ?Can you guess why I'm here?? He angrily asked me. ?No, no idea.? I responded. ?Really? I think that you do. You beat up several of my hos and stole $3300 from them. And when you steal from my hos, you steal from me.? ?I don't know what you're talking about. You must have the wrong guy.? This was getting serious. The little events that had made the party possible were now coming back to haunt me. .