”Christine placed her hands on the table behind her and leaned back. Her jacket parted, revealing more of her very luscious looking globes.“I love...the view up here,” she noted, looking across the great expanse of the open park land.I chuckled.“I agree,” I said, “The view of great.”Christine bit down on her lower lip and ran her fingers through her curly hair.“I love the jacket,” she said, looking down at it.“It does look good on you,” I said.She rubbed her right hand down the left arm of the. Every time we did, Kelly would scream, "Oh God, don't stop... don't stop!"When we started back up for the last time, Kelly came like fireworks on the Fourth of July. She lightly sprayed up both as her back arched, and she released a guttural scream. I slowed to a butterfly lick as she wearily folded into the bed. Passed out from her climax, George and I covered her up and let her sleep.We headed into the kitchen, and I made a pot of coffee. Once it was done, George and I made our cups and moved. ”“Thank youuu,” the red-head replied and skipped away with her eighth of weed.“Well, looks like things are going well,” Bill said with a deadpan expression and reclined, interlocking his fingers behind his head.“I know you don’t care, but yes they are. Should’ve come out with two pounds.”“Why are you selling pot for this guy?”“Because I’m actually pretty good at sales, and this pays more than a real job.”“You mean the real job your mother sent you to college to be qualified for and do one day?. ” Mom inhaled sharply, but recovered quickly.“Oh, that’s easy,” she said. “A pussy is a cat, like our little Chico. A bitch is a female dog, like our Sandy.”Craig thanked his mother and ran out the door. But something about his mother’s explanation bothered him. So he sought out his father. Dad was in the garage.“Dad,” Craig said, “the guys at school are using words I don’t understand.”“What words, son?” “Pussy and bitch. I asked Mom, but I don’t think she told me the right meanings.”“Son,.