There on the table were assorted bottles of liquor, soft drinks, some snack food and more beer than I could ever hope to drink. I grabbed a bottle of ...odka, almost empty, and finished it off. Taking two beers I began mingling, checking out the familiar faces from last season, and finding a few new ones. As I passed through the living room, I chugged the first beer down and placed the empty on the coffee table. That's when she caught my eye.Long dark hair with a slight curl. Glasses, rimmed in a. She grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. Tongue forcefully down my throat but I didn't complain. She began finding one hand way down to my cock. She rubbed it against her wet bikini bottom. She pulled it aside and I slide right on in. This was it. I was fucking Charles mom. She kissed me again and began bouncing her ass up and down on my cock. Best feeling ever. She it slid perfectly up and down. Her legs were strong and she went on forever. Best sex and most passionate sex ever.. I couldn't. “Let’s go to see Maribelle,” I said. We left the new bakery and walked past the café to our little community grocery store. C-Rae immediately ran to the cooler and pointed at the eggs.“See?” she called triumphantly.“Maribelle,” I said as the kids all gathered around. “Do you lay these eggs right here in the grocery store?”“Exactly what kind of an old hen do you think I am, Brian?” she asked indignantly.“Well, I asked the kids where we got eggs and C-Rae said the grocery store. So I thought we’d. Fuck that bitch, Trina. Former love of my life. Gossiping cow. Having my death on her conscience will teach her.It'll show them all.My cheeks water, stomach churns, head spins. I breathe in and upend the bottle.The pills are acrid on my tongue and I try to swallow but there are too many. My throat's suddenly a clogged funnel. Saliva from nowhere rushes to help, only serving to break down the coatings, and my face screws up at the bitterness as I start to foam at the mouth, choking. I grapple.