All this was new to me, and delightful. I was generally a Cheerios guy on days I was too lazy to go out for breakfast."I'm going to spend a couple of ...ours with Shiggie today, working on some English phrases," Amy said. "If you like, you could sit in for part of it, maybe make some suggestions about things he needs to understand on the field." Teach him how to say, when the pitching coach comes out to the mound, 'Go fuck yourself!'," I suggested."I'm sure that would be extremely helpful in. I got up and went to my bathroom rubbing my throat and feeling my stomach sore from Quinn’s weight that had been f***ed on me. I took some Tylenol and then brushed my teeth and then took a quick shower. I really felt violated in the worst way and he really didn’t do much to me. I quickly dried off and put on some sweat pants and T shirt and got my backpack and snuck out of my room trying to be as quiet as could. I crept up to Quinn’s room and the door was ajar. He was knocked out on the bed,. "Don't forget Dave," she whispered, "tonight!" "Tonight," I repeated.She left and I couldn't help but stare at my mother's big swinging ass. I knew what she had in mind. She'd fuck her husband so hard and so many times that he'll be dead tired by night and then she'll come to me to get fucked like a whore. I never really cared about fucking my mom. She always moved around the house wearing nothing. Naked she looked more ugly than with her clothes on. My friends always said that she was a hot. “I was a nosy li’l muthafucka,” he shared. “I went through that nigga’s phone. Seen y’all conversations and shit.”“You’re terrible.”“Naw! You was terrible.”“I know I feel bad.”“It’s all good. I ain’t gon’ tell. What else you got me for my birthday?”“I gave you what you asked for.”“What if I want something else?”“What do you want?”“That ass,” he grinned.“But Day, you’re still a k**.”“Not no more. I’m 18. Remember?”“That doesn’t mean we’re gonna fuck,” I stated.“Why not. I seen you checkin’ me.