“No, I was in the wrong. I went to see her. I let her stay involved. My brother told me to take someone that toxic and leave her alone until she die... on the vine. I’m the one who can’t leave well enough alone. I walked into the fire; it’s not only the arsonist who got me burned.”The admission did little to temper the man’s opinion of me. The drink did more.“I met Sam--”“Yes, you did a good thing for a pretty girl,” he interrupted. “We’re both men. That’s not a surprise to anyone.”“Thank. And I tried everything. I wore booty shorts and half shirts, bikinis, a french cut thong one-piece bathing suit, bodysuits, even nothing at all. None of it worked. My poor, abused body went on in a constant state of arousal. I could barely think anymore. Going to class seemed pointless since I felt like I couldn’t hear a thing they were saying, I was so delirious with lust. But Dave made me go, and somehow I kept up with things.I say somehow, but really it was Dave. I had become such a slut for. He's the real deal. The guy was a pro football player, who ended up going to Afghanistan. One of the guys he went to college with was over there and when he heard about it, he signed up too. He ended up getting the shit shot out of him and getting a medal or two for some of the things he did over there. He doesn't like to talk about it. When you ask him about it, he just says that he did his job.Anyway, some of the big shooters attached to one of the political parties, I'm not at liberty to say. There was my big beautiful Mom, her nice big tits with their dark nipples standing up hard and long, her full legs with those smooth white thighs spread far apart, her swelling belly curving into her delectable mound, covered with an abundance of dark brown hair, through which the swollen lips of her gaping pussy were peeping, welcoming my cock to come inside.Then I was upon her. My mother's eager fingers took hold of my cock and guided it to the hairy portal of her wet love passage. "Come on,.