He looked at Valentine.The rousing he felt suddenly became those of a different kind of pork.***Timmi was cropping selfies, removing unwanted backgrou...d elements andgenerally admiring the way the light caught the 'Faye' nameplate. Inher mind, she replaced it with 'Timmi'. She was tired about thinkingabout boring old math. Numbers and graphs... the only thing that Timmicared about that was remotely mathematical was curves.Going out with Faye is so fun. We should go to prom. There was a momentof. Which was probably why I even considered the Deacon’s next proposition.“So are you bored with the middle class house wives and their middle class children yet?” Deacon asked over our next Friday breakfast.“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked instead of answering his question.“I mean, you are spending all this time picking up nickles and dimes working third class jobs for middle class clients,” he said. “I know you have to be bored with the whole thing.”“You might be, but I’m not bored. As I passed her room, I saw that she hadn't shut her door tight, and it had swung open a bit. She had a light on in her room that gave off just enough illumination that I could see that she was on her bed in a tee shirt and her panties. I was planning on looking just long enough to give me some fantasy material, but then she started to move."Her date must have left her very horny because she started to move her hands all around on her boobs, which by that time were pretty good sized. My dick. Rick gave Buckshot a roll of five one hundred-dollar bills for services rendered, and they still had him back at Larry's house before five o'clock. "It's been a real pleasure doing business with you two!" Buckshot winked wickedly as he stashed the money in his biker wallet and exited the truck. At this rate he would rebuild his traveling fund in no time!Rick and Snowman drove back to their house; they quickly undressed and climbed into Rick and Michelle's bed with their two beautiful women who.