“I mean, like you are probably the best looking woman ever been in this place, and not only that, but you’re also dressed to make dicks hard and I...��m sure his was hard as hell.”“Whoa,” breathed out Charlene, not believing what she’d just heard. She continued defensively, “I mean, I guess I should take, at least part of that, as a compliment, especially the part about dicks getting hard, but you did assure me that I didn’t need to change before we came here.”“Slow down, lighten up a little,”. "I know, but," I started to say. "Am I the town joke?"Robert smiled. He knew this was coming. When I got here I went on a semi-date with the town flirt, then I ditched him for the town bully, now I was going for the town's criminal - well, I couldn't say 'town's' because he lived in the city, but the premise was still the same."No," Robert said as he leaned against the wall. "Mistaken, probably, lonely, most definitely, joke, no one thinks you're a joke."I nodded. In this big house and with all. I was no longer sucking his cock, he was fucking my throat like a tight pussy, grunting as he did. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as drool was seeping from my mouth. I had deep throated Stanley many times but never experienced anything like this time.“Gwen, having you deep throat me is almost as good as fucking your big tits. Almost but not quite,” Stanley said, as he emptied his balls of cum.The cum went directly to my belly. The only cum I tasted was a few drops that hit my tongue as he. My mother was totally unaware that my father had taken a second mortgage out on the house to try and keep his small business afloat.Now we had lost my father our business and even our family car which was a nice new Mercedes.But the car turned out to be a lease car so that had to go back.My mother had managed to get enough money together to buy a small little runabout for herself. The only thing my father did correctly was to have a small Life Insurance policy which paid for his funeral and.