”“I knew it was just a matter of time until you blamed this wild goose chase on me!”Pedro left Malachi fuming as he went to order Arturo some fo...d for later. He loved pissing Malachi off, then walking away, leaving him to stew.As he stood at the counter waiting for his order, he glanced back at the table where Malachi sat. He knew that eventually there would be a showdown between him and Malachi. The man was too greedy. Greedy just like his fucking, whoring-ass sister, Floria. Pedro readily. There was a sudden lull in the conversation. The father said “Excuse me?” and took his son outside.“Son, you mustn’t use language like that in front of company. You should say ‘the bull SURPRISED the brown cow’. Now go and watch and tell me when the bull ‘SURPRISES’ the white cow”.The father went back inside the house. After a while the boy came in and said “Hey, Daddy”. “Yes, son. Did the bull surprise the white cow?”“He sure did, Pop! He fucked the brown cow again!”– Quasimodo, the demented. For the longest time the family figured that Hope was just using Jack to get close to the family's money, after all, there was no way Jack could land a girl like her. The truth is she was quite literally a beauty queen. She had a beautiful face with bright blue eyes, softly framed by her long wavy brown hair. Although she was dressed very conservatively in a dark lavender flowered dress with a high neckline and a modest knee length cut it was unable to completely hide her true proportions. Hope. “I have nothing.” I reminded her.“That’s not completely true.” She said, with a smile that explained her meaning.We fucked sitting face to face, we fucked doggy, we fucked scissors, we fucked missionary and finally I injected her with come.She groaned with erotic pleasure, shuddering, bucking, holding me tight, burning me with her lust.“I think there’s something primal about getting knocked up by a stranger in the mid-pacific.” She said with a sigh.“I’d better go relieve Mike.” I said, getting.