Ida: Yes, that's right. That's when they threw us both out. My grandma found out she was screwing the restaurant owner and said, "I don't want a slut ...ike you living in my house." So that was the end of it. O: Where did you go? Ida: The restaurant owner had a trailer home he rented to us for small favors. You get my point, right? We got by on welfare and the tips my mom made at the restaurant. Anyway, I was the trailer trash kid at school. O: How long did that last? Ida: Until the owner's wife. Jim was looking at porn videos as he started his evening jackoff session and came across a video of a dumb bitch getting screwed by several guys. The girl reminded him of Yolanda that he had knocked up last year. The video triggered all his memories of the strange incident with the dumb married couple who lived near him. They were both kind of retarded, neither one could read nor write. The couple wanted to have a baby so they would get more money from the government grants they were both on. I tried again, thrusting in eager anticipation of burying my shaft to the hilt. Again, I missed. Not only were my failures frustrating, but I feared they were exposing my lack of experience. "Poor baby," Charlie said, "let me help you find the right place."Charlie placed her hand around my penis and rubbed it up and down her wet gash until it was finally nudged into a depression down toward the bottom. She hunched her hips up toward me and I could feel myself sink into her. I reciprocated by. The one with the green wig and the cute little glasses. She stepped into the stall, her eyes wide, and her face wearing a huge, mischievous grin. "I knew you had it to!"As quick as a blink, the woman slipped her hands over her waistband and tugged her skirt down to her mid thighs. "See?"A cock almost as long but not as thick as Paige's and standing about half-mast swung towards Paige's still-astonished face.Paige stared at the thick vein that wandered along the length of the woman's Futanari.