"Jesus, she's loving it. Shit, she's coming. Look at her trying to get Karen's fist deeper into her cunt. Fuck me Charlie, please fuck my arse." Liste... to the whore coming. Look at the way she's pulling my fist into herself. Your stupid little dick could never satisfy a woman who needs a fist to get her coming. Maybe I'll let you use your tongue on her clit again. Do you think you could make her come with your tongue, worm?" No Mistress," Cyril gasped, pulling and twisting the tube in the vain. OK, I peeked at a couple of them. But only once. That was more than enough. And, well, that one teenager that lived up on the fourth floor wasn't all that pudgy.Oh, Hell, I for sure didn't want a relationship, especially with a juvenile, or at least I wasn't looking for one. Every time I watched her attractive ass bounce up and down as she walked up the stairs to her mother's apartment. And her boobs as she bounced back down. And back up. And down. Not that I was watching. I was writing. It was. .. I really don't believe you were upset by my phone call the other night. I think you were intrigued by it." Stephen, let's not start that again. It's ridiculous. I'm your mother." You're a beautiful, vital, sexy woman who's really lonely. And I'm thinking, also a really horny woman." Stephen! That's enough. We're done with this conversation. Let's go, please." Stephen didn't move."Mom, I think maybe when you had a chance to think about it, you liked what I did on the phone." Carly once again. I feel so conspicuous with my hair, how can Istart looking at mascara? What do I even look for? Stopping at theaisle's end, I close my eyes, exhale, steady myself and turn backaround. I have to do this. I need to do this. I'm scary excited, apleasure victim of sudden arousal. I steady myself and turn around. Theother shopper pushes her cart past me. I'm free to shop. I select threeRevlon eyeliners and a Maybelline black mascara. I normally use the self check out and its wide open, but instead.