We chatted and drank some more wine then the DJ announced the silly halfhour where all the songs were the typical party songs and the first onewould b... YMCA. By this time I felt quite light headed so the girlsgrabbed me and we made our way to the dance floor for the song. We had agreat time, the DJ played some numbers from Grease and he mad every onedo the actions. After two more songs though my feet were starting toache, I left the girls dancing and made my way back to our table stoppingto. Everybody in the community, even the women, called him Quickie. One day he came to meet us in our hut and Mom began talking to him.“Why do you get so excited so fast? Why does it happen?” Mom asked him.“I don’t know,” he replied. Although he was talking to her, he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at the floor, with his head bowed.“Come here,” she said. She untied his loincloth and taking his hands, she placed them on her breasts. As soon as she did that, his cock went as hard as a. “You're ramming it into my butt!” she moaned. “Ooh, do it. I want your cock in my ass! I love anal.”“What?” gasped her mother.“How do you think I kept my cherry,” the girl purred and then kept licking at her mother and Mrs. Solomon.She still had a cherry pussy? That almost made me change my mind, but... I wanted to try her asshole. I could break in her pussy after. Or maybe I should take her to Mildred. I heard my phone beep from my pocket. I would have to check messages later, but first, I. ”“I’m sorry,” Janie said immediately. “I wasn’t saying that you’d leave him or anything. I’m just like, you think you could, like, make it work?”“Like, I think, like, maybe, like, we’ll be fine,” I said, laughing at her annoyed expression.“You’re a good girlfriend,” Janie said, and she reached out and took my hand. I squeezed her hand rather than pull away. I’d learned from Wes that contact was human, that we had to learn to accept it and share it.“Thanks, kid.”“I’m not a—”“Yes, you are,” Elena.