His stomach lurched again and he lost his lunch near the side of the road. He was scarcely aware of the ant-sized Vomit-sprites issuing from his offer...ng, such brief a existence they enjoyed, born writhing in pools of fresh puke, dying moments later as they inhaled the chunks and downed. It would have been sad, really, if the little buggers weren't so damn disgustingly ugly.Ashe screamed again and thrust her fist into the air, falling forward with the momentum. Strong hands caught her under the. "That stupid moron, he'd rather fuck a dumb black haired slutty MILF, than me on this bed?" "Hey, that's my mom, you stupid cunt," I whined, hitting her leg. "That's hot," she pointed out before she attacked me. She took me down to my back and put her lips onto mine. We made out for about five minutes straight with our hands one another's thighs. After those five minutes, she let her lips off mine. "Let me see those tits, you hot hussy," she moaned, prior to pulling my tank top down past my. Amy always joked around and picked on me, saying she robbed the cradle and all that nonsense, but I didn’t pay any attention to it really because, even though we hadn’t had sex yet, I knew it was coming. Amy was a 21-year-old single mother who worked in the photo center of our store, and I was a stock boy who had the slightly humiliating duty of filling up the women’s hygiene items in the aisle directly across from her department. One night she decided to pay me a visit while refilling holes in. And of course I got Christmas cards for a few years from Winnie and Joe. They usually had a brief 'keep me up to date' note in them, but that was all.Then quite suddenly it all went quiet. I kept sending my Christmas cards to Joe and Winnie, and for some reason to Tammy and her husband as well; at least Tammy always sent one back. But she never mentioned her sister or Joe in the accompanying notes. I was to hear no more about Joe or Winnie for nigh on eight or nine years.As I went through my.