Was I taking any medications? No. Did I have any allergies? Yes, to multiple choice questionnaires. I wrote that in the margins. I wanted to toss the ...lipboard across the room at the older woman with hair dyed like a fourteen year old girl and tell her that she should roll some of her painkiller pot up in it and her and I could smoke up and be done with this already. That I didn’t do. But I’d been waiting for a long time and the nurse still hadn’t called my name. So I peered at the next. After a couple of months living together, having rampant sex practically every evening before bed and most mornings before waking up, I couldn’t have imagined a more idyllic situation. At times when I felt horny while she was out shopping or seeing friends, I would take a trip to the laundry basket and jack off while sniffing the stickiest and smelliest pair of her panties that I could find. On some occasions I had worn one pair while smelling the other, always being careful to place her. I’ve never fucked a black guy before. He says nah girl a Nigga! Black guys want to be Niggas. I nod my head no! The third guy says bitch it’s ok you can say it! I say ever so lightly no I’ve never fucked a nigger before! The yell and are like well you got three right here honey you want it! I smile and think for amount about the party. I then say yes! The three black guys say well then.All of a sudden the sound of a guy doing a bird call is heard all three guys pull out there guns and look. It also helped to alleviate the silence between swats.“When we went go-kart riding!” My daughter bent her knees slightly and pushed her butt out towards me a little further as if she were trying to hide her head in shame. I asked her to elaborate as I gave her another on her fat little dumpling of a butt.She told me a story about how, when she revved up the go-cart, the metal vibrated and got the motor racing under HER hood. She said she creamed her jeans, and that was why she kept asking to.