"I love my mom but my dad not so much. The thing is I'm getting fat." You're not," I said. "You're still beautiful." I'm losing it, darling. And when ...t's lost I'll be nobody's mistress. The producer is tired of me. I'm tired and I bore him. I don't have the energy to thrill him. I can't give him better anymore than his next conquest. And with me getting fat and my face getting old and loose and wrinkled..." That's ridiculous," I said. She smiled. "You should talk to my new client. You know the. "He ain't. Uncle, that's what he is, sort of. Our folks died, got a fever las' winter." Sorry," I said. "He treat you all right?"She was silent and hurried back to the wagon and her reedy singing before I could even ask her name.The third fair-haired girl, who might have been seventeen or eighteen, was called Lori and was, I guess, the prettiest of the three although they were all good looking people. I came and sat beside her on a stump as she and her younger sister rested between songs, hands. He grabbed someVaseline from the side table and lubed me up. Pushing his head inside mehe waited looking into my eyes before he slowly pushed himself in deep."That's it you bitch, take my cock, you tranny little slut." "I'm goingto fill your faggot little arse again you tart." "Teasing me with yourfucking legs all day like a bitch on heat." He kept pouring out histirade until he tensed and came hard filling me as he promised he would."Now go and put that little RaRa skirt on again with some. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He quickly slid it on and rolled back onto me. He went back to kissing me again and rubbing his hands on my tits. He took one hand and slid it back between my legs and moved them apart again. With that, he held his cock in his right hand and pushed it against my hole. He told me I might feel some pain but to relax and he would do all the work. With that said, he pushed slow.. entering me so easy. The pain was not to bad at first. He.