"I wanted to make sure that you and I were alright," he said quietly."Why wouldn't we be?" I asked"Well, I did snap at you the other day," he said."Oh...I just marked that down to PMS and ignored it," I said coolly."Okay, well take care," he said as he turned to the door. I almost told him that he needed to watch Marge, but decided not to get involved."From the Sit Down, I went to the mall. I got there before Tiny Dancer, so it was me and a bunch of old men. That was okay as well. Some of them. After about five minutes, she sat down on the settee.“Take my jeans off,” she barked, “And my panties.”When I had done this, she laughed and opened her legs wide.“Look at my pussy,” she said. “Now lean forward, and give it a big kiss, and beg to lick it clean,” she snarled.As I did so, she laughed again.“Now,” she said, “I am going to teach you how to make me cum, and after that, you had better get it right every time, or else,” she instructed. “Do you understand?”“Yes,” I said meekly.She then. As she walked to the kitchen I sat on the couch, she yelled out and asked if I wanted any water. I replied, yes with ice please. Then her child Owen came running down the stairs. Once Mrs. Jenkins came back I think she noticed how sweaty I was and asked if I wanted to go for a swim. I replied, I don't have a bathing suit. She said that she didn't either, and whatever underwear I had on would be just fine. I undressed and waited outside in my boxers. Mrs. Jenkins came outside and gave me a boner. His cock still looked extremely enormous to her up against Philly’s, but it went in far to easily. The chief had surmised that she would always have gapping fanny; it altered his mind on taking her for a wife.As time went by she noticed that the chief didn’t call her so much; she could only put it down to the dimension of her pussy. Her mother and father informed her that it was for the best, she’d more likelihood of having Philly’s baby, she had to agree there was more feeling with Philly now.