Later that night in my room I jerked off to the memory of earlier. I remembered my friend showing me Blanche’s photo in a True Detective magazine th...t said her son was high on d**gs and shot someone and he was in prison. So, he was in his 30’s that must make Blanche in her late 50’s or in her 60’s.The next day I was nervous as I climbed the stairs and I hollered “Blanche, it’s Danny”“I’m in the bath Danny, come on in.”So I went in and Blanche was twisting and pulling on her nipples and asked if. ”Calista looked ahead through the windshield, “Sarcasm is a good coping mechanism. Cheaper than alcohol too.” She paused, “what about you?”“Serial dater. I’ve managed to have four different live-in girlfriends. The last one left about two months ago.” Oscar slowed down and pulled his car into an open spot in front of a pub with several neon signs in the high windows. “Prepare to be underwhelmed.”They walked in and found a booth along the back wall. “They actually have a decent wine selection. .. Oh ... that's rubber on the road'..."she forgot to hang up."Mina checked her watch... 'Lessee ... seven miles ... rush hour ... If she don't get arrested ... six minutes.' "DD is Bill Bigger?" MMMMHMMM!" Fuck! DD ... hum the National Anthem!" Bill's cucumber loved that 'MmmmHmm'!So, while Mina was trying to pull DD off so she could run a yardstick down that thing, DD was dodging and ducking and sucking for all she was worth ... and "Oh Say Can You See" ... without words.Music to Bill's. Crap drizzled into her long, black hair as she worked hungrily to draw tiny, waxy lumps into her mouth, and roll them around with her tongue, savouring the bitterness.Melissa was gasping at the feel of those shitty, gritty fingertips dancing around so close to her pleasure spot. Her cunt muscles pulled tight around the stool within her, squeezing out shit juices and hastening the descent of baby turds into her sister’s waiting mouth. But she knew she needed something more to take her towards.