I never asked Pavel when he gave me something nice. Once he brought me a bracelet that he called a friendship bracelet. It was nice but more expensive...than he could afford. I didn't care how he got it. I liked it. After we broke up, I traded it for lipstick and mascara. They made me feel like a beauty queen.So trading and bartering was a way of life in those days. It started for me early. A boy had a chocolate Hershey bar that I wanted. He gave me half for doing his math homework. When I was. The woman's lust was at a fever pitch and she needed a quick release. She climbed onto the bed, her back resting against the head board and her legs spread open in front of Maria's face.Janet reached down and pulled the rope and pissy panties from her daughter's mouth then slid her crotch into the girl's face."Suck my cunt, whore!" Janet groaned and Maria's face went into the hair-covered treasure that was her mother's womanhood.Maria sucked, licked, lapped and chewed on the older woman's. . you don't think we have both noticed you perving over her?" Cocking her hip to the side she continues "You should just grow some balls and ask her out... But she has work today and you know how our mom gets pretty moody when she is around." Poking your arm teasingly she pouts, "So why don't you get up off the couch and dooooo something with me?"Looking over Katie's body reminds you just how attractive your little sister is. At 18 years old she just graduated High School. All her years playing. Grams’ laughter surprised me. “I wasn’t born yesterday Ray,” she chuckled, “but thank you for your concern.”We watched all three playoff games two days later. Grams bet with the bookie Gramps used to use, purposely losing one of her three bets. She still cleared two hundred dollars. After the games, she asked me about horseracing. Grateful for the photographic memory, I wrote down every horse and its finishing position for the next day’s race. The next day she came home with three different.