. ?" It's no use, Russell. I don't believe you!" Ethel put down her cup with a clatter and carried the tray into the kitchen. Wow, talk about déjà v...! She came back out into the room. "Come on, put your coat on, and get your hat! As soon as Herbert gets here, we're going for a walk, and there's an end to it!"Russ stood up defensively. "I haven't got a hat. I never wear one." Nonsense! You're not taking me out without a hat. People would talk. You shall borrow Herbert's, when he arrives. In. My parents were not wealthy by any stretch of your imagination. My dad worked long hours, and my mom worked to make our lives a little more enjoyable.It was late in the school year of my 8th grade. The flu was rampant and of course I caught it. I was so sick and couldn’t go to school. Dad had left for work, and mom was scheduled to go to work too. She called work and told them the situation. She called the doctor and he came over that afternoon. He confirmed my flu and prescribed rest and lots. Her cravings were incredible, but she had been able to control them knowing that to do otherwise would have caused problems.Of course, before she had me clean, I was rock hard again, and without a word, she climbed atop me and impaled herself on my cock, her orgasm immediately overtaking her. She rode me for a while, using her muscles to massage my cock and she begged softly in my ear for my cum as she promised to do anything for me if I would just give her my cum.Now I don't know about you,. Like I said, I earn a great wage, but nowhere near the top of the LA scale. I’m never gonna be able to compete with trust fund kids or those pulling down millions of dollars a year – even if I wanted to, which I don’t.For way too many people in La La Land, money is easy-come, easy-go. They’ve absolutely nothing in common with ordinary Americans living their lives outside the Los Angeles County bubble. Which is exactly why it’s called La La Land. Heck, they’ve little enough to do with the vast.