In his evenings and at weekends Brian built computers for people, and was building up a nice little business of his own, and this was how I got to kno... him again. I say again because we had been at school together in the nearby market town, although there was no more to it than knowing who he was, because, well, that was Brian. I was building my own business and needed to use computers to keep things under control and do design work.It was around this time that Brian met Margaret. Now, that. In school, it was hard to have friends. A lot of the kids knew about my momma. And even in Alabama, living in a travel trailer puts you at the bottom of the list.Tina reached across the table and patted Cindy's hand. "You an' me both had mommy issues." She continued, "I had it good as long as I stayed with Grandma. But when Grandma passed away, I had to start living with Mom. Yeah," she snorted. "Supermom. Didn't let teenaged daughter get in the way of her life! We moved every couple of months,. Up and down, they lifted me over and over. Then the guy inside me said to them, Lean her forward. And they did exactly that. As they did he pulled out of my butt, and moved his cock to my sex and then pushed into my sex. This time they didnt have to lift or lower me instead they just held me off the ground and he got off the desk and just used his hips to pound my sex. He used my body like that for a while then said to them, Turn her around facing me and put her ankles on my shoulders. He. "Have fun while you're playing down there," I encouraged her, feeling totally wanton."Oh, do not worry, I plan to," she assured me, her singsong words precise, slightly accented. She was a little bit of a thing, very pretty, dusky-skinned, a caste dot on her forehead, a jeweled ring in one nostril. Her lush ebony hair thumbed around her shoulders.I discovered the chair had features that put a gynecological examination table to shame as she spread my legs and drew a stool up between them. I.