“Hey.” He greeted her.“Ummm, hey.” She replied.Was this really happening? Was he really talking to her?“I’ve seen you around, noticed y...u at the games, you’re Christina, right?”“Christie.” He had noticed her? “You saw me at the games? Really?”“Shit yeah, you’re fuckin’ hawt. I’d be sittin’ on the bench, supposed to be listening to coach, but I was really scoping you out.”Christie blushed and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, a nervous habit she had since she was a kid. She glanced. "What do you think? Is it time?"Things had changed. He was content, but had been having trouble sleeping lately. His worries kept him awake. His future could only be settled by a question.Red started to chew on Scott's shoe."That's not helpful," he said. "Okay, here goes nothing." He dialed Janie."Tell me something to make me smile," Janie snapped."You're the prettiest girl in Pecos County." Grrrrr." Bad day?" he asked."One of those days," she said. "What's going on?" Wanted to call and see if. . enough. . . enough. . . it’s tooooo. . . much!” she cried.“Ohhhhh. . . little whore, you are wet!!” John exclaimed. “You want to cum, don’t you, baby?”A long, suffocated moan was the reply to his words.“The babe wants a good cock!” he told the boy, releasing his erect manhood. “Fuck her tits, fuck mommy’s boobs, put your tool between these puppies! Give’em a good fuck!!”Scott needed no further incitement: in a quick motion, he jumped over his mom and rode her chest, placing his aroused cock. We sat and sipped the tea, and she leant forward to hold my hand, “you will understand love one day my lad,” I remember her saying, “trust, love and lust are all that’s needed for a good marriage, always remember that lad and you won`t go far wrong, but trust is the important one, if you can`t trust your partner or if they can`t trust you its hopeless…!” of course it was true and I have always remembered her wise words. She explained about pain, sexual pain, saying that, “it was not for some.