‘Which one of yer family was it this time?’I replied, ‘Billy Bob.’‘Damn that boy. Why don’t he find himself a girl...riendinstead of banging mine all the time? I’ve got a coupleof sisters that think he’s cute but he’s too damn shytoo ask em’ out. Course they might be disappointed if heain’t equipped like I am.’I grabbed at his erection in his best Big Smith’s. ‘Wellhe ain’t. Neither is my dad. Yore the. ..k**s...here all the tits you want” She said stuffing his face into her tits. She slapped them with it “Come kissed them. What the matter can’t breathe you little shit”She felt their bodies stuck together with sweat as she wrestling him down. His legs were shaking and his arms were going crazy trying to put her out. The audiences were getting turn out with this hot cougar wrestling this young black male down. She squeezed her legs harder around him. He passed out from a lack of air.When he. The pay from her minimum wage job didn't stretch very far. Carol was lucky her brother rented her his old house only charging her enough to pay for the taxes. Her husband left five years ago for a seventeen year old he'd met in the arcade at the mall, and it seemed that every day since was a struggle. He, of course, disappeared so he wouldn't have to pay any child support, "And what was he doing in the arcade anyway?" she asked herself for the umteenth millionth time. She'd always told herself. “Awfully sorry,” I exclaimed, “I’ll ask properly next time.“What next time?” Miss Pattimore snarled, which I admit annoyed me, as she was wiping Lucinda’s juices from her fist while dabbing her lower lips with the other hand at one and the same time.“Am I that repulsive?” I asked.“Yes,” she said rather impulsively, “I shall have you tried for this.”If she had not been sitting on the edge of the bed dabbing herself as she spoke, her sex clearly on view and quite enchanting, her words may have.