"Girl," she squealed, "you have got to buy that.With a nice pair of hip hugging jeans, you'll be a knock out."Recalling her words, I suddenly panicked... again. Was I over doing it? Ofcourse I was, I told myself. The tight, designer jeans I had on togetherwith a frumpy New York Giants sweatshirt, my first choice that morning,would have been sufficient. Why I'd discarded that option in favor ofwhat I currently had on was something of a mystery, one that would haveto wait to be solved later as I. I remember entering his quarters there with her, welcomed by te sight of the man lying on his bed, his hard cock out of his pants. It looked huge to me. I was given some toy to play with in a basin of water, with instructions only to look at what I was doing in the basin, nowhere else. I did not do exactly as instructed, stealing a few quick glances every little now and then, to catch my mom leaning against the old man on his bed, stroking his cock and sucking on it, alternating with twirling. It would start everything all over again, chasing pussy and swinging. I had ruined myself in pro football once. I mustn’t do it again. But could I stand. or sit in a bar and order a Coke or Seven-Up, without giving in to the impulse to have a drink and pick up pussy? Well, maybe now was the time to find out, before I went to Wells Fargo office. Because if I didn’t have the guts to go into a bar without getting hammered and winding up in the sack with some strange broad, I was finished here in. He was pulling and twisting her nipples as he pushed his cock in deep and pulled it almost out then back in deep again and again. She reached behind him and grabbed his ass cheeks and massaged then then her fingers went to his asshole and as he fucked her cunt she shoved two fingers in his ass and finger fucked him. In a few minutes he screamed and filled her hole with his cum. Then he kissed from her big tit to that cum filled cunt and began to suck his cum out of her. He then kissed her and.