Gary remarked that those were three interesting toasts and that he was extra glad that he had suggested the champagne. Debbie’s nipples looked like ...hey were about to tear right through the fabric of her top and she had a very strange look on her face. We decided it was time to leave, and we all got up from the table. Gary went to settle our bill while we used the ladies’ room one more time before we left. Gary did the same before meeting us at the door. As we waited, Debbie looked at me and. I want to understand.”“Belinda, we do need to talk about us. I think we are forming quickly the basis for a rich life together. I think you have changed in fundamental ways. No longer are you the despicable beauty. Now, I see you as an interesting, intelligent, lovely woman of God.”She stood and stalked over to me. She turned off the burners on the stove and pulled me to her. We kissed for a long, long time. Our arms were around each other holding us close together like we were trying to melt. She devoured his cock with a ferocity she had never experienced before. It surprised her. She had never sucked with this level of hunger or desperation. Not her ex-husband, not any of her young men, not even her beloved father had ever received the kind of animated, furious head that she was giving her son. Part of the reason was his incredible size. Part of it was how turned on she was from her rug munching with Katie. But, deep down, she knew that it was because it was her only son that she. This is just my life in the Polack-hardcore. Stop laughing South Central girl because I’m being serious! “Here you go bitch.” I smile through the cream as a bag full of dreams falls on my lap. She is my medicine, my little life rope, my friendly and helping, sticky green dope. I’m wrapped around her finger like Pandora’s Box to hope. While I fondle and caress my tiny plastic-wrapped reward, my pimp throws me into distress. “You’ve already had breakfast.” I cannot deal with this stress. “If you.