He then told me about his weekend and how he enjoyed without Andrea nagging him and then told me about the argument. He told me all his family were co...ing over to his house at Christmas next month and that he wanted the bathroom painted as that was the only room in the house that I hadn't painted and would I mind doing it today and he would go and do another job that we had started last week.I said fine and do you have the paint.He told me he had the paint but the fat bitch didn't like the. Please mommy can I go inside real quick and change I'll be a good boy.MY mom opens the garage door and opens the car door for me. "Make sureyou lift your skirt up so none of the boys can see your panties or Ishould say your diaper hehehe." I give my mom a look."Oh and don't worry you don't look like a girl. You don't even look likea little girl you look like a baby girl. If you give me a hard time I'llhave you wearing dresses and diapers till you go to college."I look down at the floor seeing. I never went back, of course, for a variety of reasons.“Good afternoon, heathens,” Gordon announced himself in his true judgmental fashion, despite the fact that Aunt Molly never called him names even once.“Good afternoon, Fat One with a ‘n’,” I responded with more sauce than usual.“Excuse me?” Gordon looked down his nose at me with considerable umbrage, as if to swat me like a fly.“In Spanish, ‘gordo’ means ‘fat one,’ and then you add an ‘n’ to that, so you’re the ‘fat one with an n.’ Don’t. I let go of her breasts, but kept a firm suction on her nipple so she knew not to take them away from me. My hands went to her hips, and I planted my heels into her bed for better leverage. Her breasts jiggled and bumped my face as I pumped up into her. I felt her adjust herself on top of me and then stop grinding so I could pump away beneath her. It seemed like no matter what I wanted to do, she wanted me to do it. Even during our first encounter, her whole goal seemed focused around making me.