"Mrs. Balo was probably saying all kinds of shit because my mom was just listening and shaking her head back and forth. Then my mom let her have it wi...h both barrels."Listen, you Bitch! You're not talking to some damn teenager. Your son fucked my daughter and they produced a baby. He then set her up to be fucked by his friends." Mom stopped talking for a bit and then started again."I don't give a flying crap about your son's pictures. He 'WILL' be paying child support! I suggest we meet and. Just... conflicted." "Conflicted? That sounds interesting. Conflicted about what?" he asked. I didn't reply. I felt small, cheap and exposed. "If we're going to be good neighbors, we have to be honest with each other." He untied his robe and opened it wide, exposing himself to me. "Is this what you're 'conflicted' about?" He swayed his hips enough to swing his cock like church bells before a mass. "I think you should go now," I said as I returned with his cup half-filled with cream, averting my. "I paused, thinking for a long moment before continuing"And the more I write, the less I seem to find anything in it. The readers become rare and gone, my stories get more and more different, standing from the crowd just for being unlike the others. Maybe there's a reader enjoying them, and I always think of this guy. I picture him, reading alone in a dark Saturday afternoon, enjoying the quietness of his home. But what's the point? The sequence of stories? I can invent hundreds of them,. She pushed me to a sitting position. Lifting up her skirt she took off her pants. I noticed a dripping wet pussy surrounded by a strip of trimmed pubic hair. She opened her pussy lips with her fingers and pushed a couple deep in. Her fingers came out glistening, and she put them in my mouth. It tasted wondrous and I couldn't resist licking her pussy for more. As I licked her she pushed herself hard against my face, letting out moans of pleasure. As I was tasting her she leaned forward and.