Momma’s ears hurt when you lie. Now eat your meat, you foolish nigger.” Mrs. Jackson dug a handful of meatloaf and pushed it up her cunt. “Nobod... has meat as good as your Momma makes.He nodded respectfully and fell to the task, mouth wide, tongue lapping, eyes glazed over. He was numb. I’d seen him like that a couple times, after we’d fucked for several hours. The skies weren’t even dark yet, but the giant bowls of food behind Mrs. Jackson were only half empty.After cumming into my hand, I. Amy and I talked a little bit then suddenly realized as we arrived at the address LeRoy gave us to fill his car up with gas, was in a very rough ghetto type neighborhood.. LeRoy owned a BMW which was decked out as a Black mans car, and instructed Amy not to touch the radio which somewhat loudly played rap music and got the attention of a crowd of large black men, who came over and continued to hit on Amy but she just giggled and politely tried to ignore them. I noticed how a couple of them. " she laughed "By the way, what time is it?"When I told her mum laughed and stood up, putting the book on the coffee table I got to my feet and took our empty coffee cups out to the kitchen, mum stood by the work-surface and sighed."I really don't fancy cooking," she declared "be a dear and phone that Chinese delivery place, order a meal for two."Using the kitchen phone I called the Chinkies and placed the order while mum took a bottle of wine from the fridge and opened it. I smiled at the size. The rest of the team, if they noticed, didn’t say anything to him about it. They just carried on as usual, skating their best and trying to win games. Eventually, Anatoli’s on-ice antics began to cost them victories, and he knew it. When Coach pulled him aside to talk to him about it, he hung his head, feeling terrible for causing his team grief. ‘I know it can be hard to focus on the game, Anatoli,’ his coach said. ‘But you’ve got to try to put her behind you now.’ ‘I’ll try,’ he said, his.