Angel and I are the important ones." Marry Ellen said."I told you, I'm not into this girl, girl thing," I said."I know, so we brought some help along,... she said. The bedroom door opened and the black man from the club was standing there."Hey bitch," he said "Remember this?" He unzipped his trousers; his penis was large and angry looking. He stroked it a couple of times and it grew in his hand."Marry Ellen, what is this?" I asked."Why sweetie, I'm going to make you a movie star," she said."I. .I was getting very horny and pulled off all my clothes---he kept his shirt on. I was so aroused I had fleeting thoughts of asking him if I could suck his now hard cock.But he said he was very close to cumming and asked if I wanted to stroke him and make him cum. I said yes of course and asked him if he wanted to squirt on me. He agreed that he wanted to.So I lay on the couch below him and he moved up to me so I could stoke his cock.He leaned down and stroked mine while I did his.I asked him if. He would also enjoy going to a convenience store and sending her in to buy ice cream. She would come back and tell him about the looks she got when she bent over to get the ice cream and flashed the store clerk and a few other strangers. Shed tell of their expressions when they realized that she had cum on her face and in her hair. Sometimes the clerk would stare, sometimes give a sly wink, or sometimes call her a slut and a whore. When she got back to the car, he could feel her heat without. A spoonful or two of poopies andpeepees. Doesn't it look ever so tasty, Stephie? Oh, don't make such aface. Even if you could talk, you wouldn't tell on your Auntie Jessica,would you? Not if you know what's good for you. She just might put youon the nice Paddle Whacker machine and forget to come back for an houror two. Would little miss fussy like to have her bottom blistered soshe can't sit down for a week? No? I didn't think she would. Then openwide.Oh, Mom. You always spoil my fun. Well,.