"Momma don't like me sayin' them words 'cause it ain't proper. Says folk will end up callin' us "trash." Maybe we is trash but that don't mean we ain'... happy. Sure, times can get rough, loss of jobs, bills to pay, what have you. But me and momma always come out on top.Ever since my daddy left us seven years ago, momma's been going through a bad spell drinkin' and all. Said it broke her heart how daddy left her for that cock-sniffer, Ginnie Wallace.Momma's 54 now and I'm 26. I work over at. Think of it like an audition that yourjob might depend on." What!?" he gasped. "You can't do that!" Can't I? Let's face it Jack, your work's been less than stellar." I- What? That's not true!" his hands shook as he squirmed under thegaze of Elizabeth's looming form. "I... I..." he sighed and lowered hishead. "Yes ma'am." Oh, and honey," she bent down and whispered in his ear, "I want to seeyou in my office afterwards. If you're going to strip here you've gottagive me a... private show."He. It was so intense she had to lift away from my lips. Karl took the opportunity to offer her glass of fruit juice. She took and sucked hard on the straw, then placed the ice-cold glass low on my stomach causing me to buck up. She giggled, put her lips around the end of my cock, with the straw still between them and sucked me and her juice together. The heat of her lips and cold of the juice was incredible and I had to fight back the urge to cum by burying my face into her pussy again. . I was, of course, a virgin, but this was no obstacle to my desire to be boned. If I lived in town, I would have no problem finding a person to pop my cherry. I was 5’5, and 105 pounds. I had dark brown hair, soft skin, with a nice firm ass, and 34c breasts. I do not want to sound arrogant, but I was sure that I was a hottie. However, there was no way I could keep a stable boyfriend by being so far outside of town. Then, after nearing despair that I would never be able to end the horniness of.