'O sheeet yeah she some whore, she got my nigga seed running good b*o,' replied Moses.'Dis bitch is in heat boy, we needs to ride that pussy out a her....'Just then the car rattled down a very bumpy Lane, now very dark and could here sloshing as we went though puddles of dirty water!The engine fell silent and Winny looked back at us. My skirt up above my big white ass, cunt with Moses finger up to the knuckle, an him feeding his greedy appetite on my titty.Wasting no time in stepped Winny. Ronnie asked his mother what he would do if his voice changed before then but she assured him that she didn't think it would happen that fast.As usual, Ronnie's mother was correct. His voice remained crystal clear and as sweet as a larks for the recording. Everyone was so proud when the record was released. Ronnie's picture was featured on the cover along with the rest of the choir in the background. It didn't even bother Ronnie that he looked somewhat feminine in the picture due to the. He held up a finger at me, and finished a phone call. I didn't know whether to be insulted or glad to have a moment to try and prepare myself. In either case, I still wasn't ready when he hung up the phone."You stole from me Ms. Bell. Can I call you Kathryn?" Uh, yes, please do. And I'm sorry, I didn't…"He shushed me with a sausage finger to his lips."That don't matter. An example has to be made. Can I call you Kitty?" Please," I blurted, ignoring his question. "Here, you can have it back."I. Being a good wife I’ll allow him to have a few concubines, if he wishes them. But I will bear his first born.” She turns back to Hal. “Am I clear enough on this for you, Bailong?” He shakes his head real slow at her vehement final comment. He thought she might be over this by now, but it’s now worse than when he left. He looks up at her father for support.“Don’t look at me! This is way beyond us both. Her grandmother and mother agree with her, so I don’t have a chance to interfere. I’m not.