....Ughh.....ohhh......It.... feels.... sooo.... fuckin.....good.” She breathed out each word and moan with each stroke of the big cock.Cal reached ...nder her, and under the front of the flimsy shirt, and roughly gripped her sensitive nipple puffies, as he reached the point of climax himself. With a final massive thrust, he forced his dick in to its hilt, and pulled the teen against him, using her tiny titties as his handholds.She screamed with something between pain and. “Yes,” she said.“Okay, good luck,” with that I left the ‘2ND chance store’. I wasn’t at all angry. I knew that would come later. I needed the lawn equipment to maintain my own property. I gave all my regular customer a two week window in which to find someone else.During the two weeks the DA’s office called three times. They were taking heat from Abe’s lawyers to make the plea deal. I put them off just long enough to make them antsy. I set the appointment on my first free day after officially. The Cannon’s had been the only real friends Eric’s family had that were close enough to take him. But life was still hard on him. You see, Mr. Cannon had run off with his secretary just after Eric’s 6th birthday. It seemed that Carol Cannon, his foster mother, blamed Eric for that. So Ms. Cannon was stuck with having to go back to work and raise 3 kids all on her own, Eric and her own 2 daughters.Ms. Cannon was only 36, having become pregnant with her first daughter, Tera, when she was just 17. ”“Jessica! I do not care for, or about your opinion. Get the invitation made and sent to the Sullivan woman. You let me handle the thinking around here.”“Yes, Ma’am, Aunty Johnson, Right away.”Mr. Chin was an artist. His art had been taught to him by his father, whose father taught him. Going back centuries, the Chin family were artists. Their art was one of the first steps of civilization, the written word. Whether marks in a clay tablet or mass-produced ink on paper books, the written word.