Joanne realized the acting in movies like this wasn’t Academy Award quality, but it wasn’t likely many people watched these movies to see good act...ng. ‘Want a soda or something?’ Fran asked. ‘Ah…sure,’ Joanne replied without looking at her friend. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the TV. Fran got off the sofa and disappeared into the kitchen. She returned with two glasses of soda and handed one to Joanne, then she sat down on the sofa again. ‘Thanks,’ Joanne said. In the film, the divorcee. ”OH SHIT. I could see it coming.“AGHHHH.” Mom was doubled up kneeling on the floor. She had taken a driving hit to the gut.AHHHH. Maribel had her by the hair. “Bitch, I told you to watch your mouth.”“Maribel, Don’t. she is my MOM.!!!”“Stop!”Sonia grabbed Laura’s blouse and pulled it down exposing her breasts.“Look what we got her Bobby, Momy’s titties looking pretty good.”Dean was laughing. “Mrs. D, looking pretty good.”“Stop, No More.” I pleaded.“Bobby, Mommy wants to suck your. She sure was large, well largish,” he thought. A nurse then took her and did the cleaning up process. Another nurse was tending to mommy. It was October 10th 1972.The father, the real father would not be told of his fatherhood; well, not in the near future if ever. That was a question for another time, a time, a better time, down the road. The man had a minimum of nineteen years left to serve for his crime, thought Blake Willis.Uncle Blake had made a promise to his brother to keep his woman. * As the music pumped, she reached the middle of the stage. She bowed to a huge applause, and then turned around and bowed toward the back of the stage, her perfect ass pointed to the crowd. They cheered as she bent down, winked at them between her legs, and added a wiggle to her hips. She closed her eyes, and imagined he was standing behind her, his hard on threatening to lodge itself between her buttocks. She ground against it, and wondered how many males in the crowd were wishing they were.