They ain't none of them white trash like the others, but they'll be sluttish like them though."Simone held her empty beer bottle out to Pruett, who to...k it and ran to the bar for another. The fortune teller, far from a fool, waited with her mouth closed until Pruett returned and handed her the beer."Another thing," she said, after taking a long swig, "Don't use that 'Pretty momma' shit. No wonder she broke your damn windshield. And it might be better if the van was parked as the girls walk by.". Sometimes, she would cry. She missed her sister, my mom, as much as I did. The next few years weren’t so bad. I really enjoyed them. Every day was the same: get up, go to school, come home, and eat dinner with Aunt Neesa, then back to bed. Sometimes I would have a few friends over and we would play video games or something. Once, my friend Jimmy brought his Playstation 2 and we played Splinter Cell or something. That was the way it was for years. However, one summer day, things got. The teacher told the class that when the boy plays with the body of a girl--he becomes all excited and his cock becomes all stiff and hard. She told me to open the zip of Ajay's cock and show the cock to the class. I was feeling very excited and ready to do anything. I immediately opened Ajay's pant zip and the cock sprang out like a snake--all stiff and hard--with lot of precum at it's mouth. The teacher told the class to look carefully at the excited cock. Some girls wanted to know as to why. But after a while it became obvious that this was her normal reaction to an overload of orgasms; she had just simply convulsed herself into unconsciousness when her body couldn't take any more. Anyway, after we split up, I was invited downstairs by the neighbors, a couple of women whom I'd always assumed were lesbians.When I asked for their opinion about why my wife had left me, they first suggested it was because I wan't satisfying her in bed. I didn't think that was it, but Sally persisted..