"Arlene kissed him on the nose, and with a little giggle, said, "Yeah, I suppose your pussy is going to be cut way back until Ann returns, but I'll sn...ak you a little to tide you over until the rest of your wives get over being mad at you." If Laura ever does," he glumly responded."Oh, when Ann comes back and tells her story, they'll all try to screw you to death to apologize for cutting you off." Like I said, we need to go tell them, and that's one thing I'm darn sure not looking forward to.". We all need love. We all need hope. We all need the touch of people who care.” As he talked, I noticed the black lady was smiling and nodding her head in agreement. She had on a white dress and hat and seemed enthralled by the Bishop’s words. The big black man (whose name was Al) was smiling too but it seemed a different kind of smile. I don’t know how to say it, but it was sort of a hungry smile. He was looking at me like a plate of food he was savoring. His nostrils were flaring like. It was still very erotic, like watching porn, but slightly too intimate because it was live. Mike came in his mother in much the same fashion I did, with a loud exhausted groan that echoed throughout the house. He then collapsed onto the couch, on the opposite side of his mother from where I sat. She took several moments to collect herself. Heavy breathing from all of us filled an otherwise silent room. And then she stood up and turned to me.“Ready to go again?” She asked, more like instructed,. She told me that she liked me and wanted to go out with me. But I could never really see her as my partner because until now, it was all just fuck and fuck and fuck! I could never really commit.That night, after a hardcore banging, she started crying. She didn’t want what we had to slip away but she also wanted to be my girl. You get the gist. I wasn’t really ready for a relationship yet so I told her it was better if we didn’t see each other for a bit. Here comes the tough part. It was hard.