"He took my hand and pulled me slightly.I took a heaving, sobbing breath and snatched my hand away. Then I marched past him and into the hallway. Emba...rassed? Humiliated! Being an unwed mother is bad. Being a teenaged mother is worse. Being a Black, unwed, teenaged mother in a practically all White school? Proof of every negative stereotype possible! The only thing I was missing was welfare! Although, I was a foster child so that probably made up for it. I was going to have to parade my shame —. As y'all can see from the gallery I posted of her, she got a big ass. So I start to show her how to somewhat play pool, but I just really wanted to come up from behind her and feel that ass. I spank her a few times and she seems to love it. So on our second game I told her, "Let's raise up the stakes". Me: If I win you take a shot. Whichever shot I choose too.Z: ohhh hell no I still have to driveMe: Dont worry it wont be a strong one. Z: deal and game on!After I beat her she takes a little shot. She made me have a large brandy to calm me down,then another.Then she got the vodka out,and some Malibu.I got very very drunk,as did she.Then I started crying again and couldnt stop.She pulled me closer,my head resting on her boobs till I calmed down.When I calmed down,she said "damn",loudly.I said whats wrong.She said I had smudged lipstick and make up on her top,but that she had borrowed it from a neighbour.She told me to grab some soap ,and started filling the sink with hot water.Then she. "Dad did so easily, mom reaching up as though trying to touch the ceiling, her feet completely off the floor reaching back slightly as dad skewered her from behind."Perfect, just like that ... now go ahead dad ... fuck her. I'll work around the two of you." I told them both.He began doing so, and as they did I saw the look of surprise and delight in both of their faces, capturing it on film as well, though subtly so, only a hint of an eye or a smile showing through in the darkness, though the.