As he switched, Errol swatted his big firm bubble booty.“You make mah dick so got damn hard, fag,” Errol announced.“Thank you, daddy,” purred ...he high yellow little person.Lamar and Errol entered the master suite. Lamar pulled unbuckled Errol’s jeans. Errol was free-balling. His nine-and-a-half-inch rod was hard as a rock. Lamar leaned down and began to suck it. Errol groaned with delight as he took off his shirt. “Suck dat dick, you li’l ass pretty midget,” Errol said. “You my pussyboi! Eat. "Oh, Cammie," I sighed, "your cunt is beautiful." I began to lap up the juices from Cammie's pussy, enjoying the taste Cammie's cum mixed with my cousin's, the smell of Cammie's cunt and the slick feel of her shaved pussy against my tongue. I poked my tongue up into her hole, sucking out more cum and fucking her with my tongue. She moaned and pushed her cunt into my face. I moved up and lapped my tongue over her little clit. I could tell that she was close to having an orgasm and I began to. Iopened it, and he grinned. He was holding his hat in his hands."I'm here to see a man about a horse," he said."Doesn't that mean you have to pee?" I said."Maybe I'm here to see about a cow," he said."I'm a cow?" You're a pretty girl who happens to have a dingle. There are worsecrimes." Yes, there are." Ouch. I didn't mean that. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for believingthe worst of you." Are you going to come in, or are you going to stand out there like arube?"He entered the room. He looked. The bartender tells him he has to be more specific.What do you mean? The guy asks.The bartender says, "There are Nitrogen, Oxygen, and hydrogen. You need to be more specific."The guy say; "I want two turds to go." What are you talking about?" the bartender says as he throws up his hands in frustration."There are three kinds of turds." The man says. There's mustard, custard and you; you little shit.And so the ride went; exchanging jokes. I found out he had worked for the founder of "Jimmy Johns".