Cal and I need to talk."I think it sank in that Pam was naked. She ran upstairs followed by her mom. Cal was still trying to get away."Sir, if I let y...u go will you promise not to try and hit me?" I asked."Fuck no! I am going to kick your ass!"At least he was honest. My parents listened to classic rock, so I was aware of some of them. I particularly liked AC/DC and Bob Seger. The song that jumped into my head was by Lynyrd Skynyrd, Give Me Three Steps. In the song, a young guy flirts with a. I had never worked Sprull Avenue. I idea of doing so was both exhilarating and scary. Her whores would stand on their corner and attract a customer passing by, make a date and then direct them up the side street to Mama’s trailer. Some of the bitches would do the nasty deed in the car with the John, cutting Mama out of her share of the money they got. That is why Mary had not been sent out to work the street as she was notorious for sucking and fucking in cars. Mama mulled over the idea. . We went back to my apartment and started hooking up like crazy. I think it took about 5 minutes for us both to get down to our underwear. So when I took off her panties and she spread her legs there unfurled (really there's no better word than that to describe it) the most beautiful, thick, red-lipped vagina splayed over a traditional (read: hairy) triangle of auburn hair. I k** you not, my balls churned and while I didn't have a full-out orgasm, I spurted out enough pre-cum to cover my glans. A stern looking woman ushered Wilma Brown into the room, her little head timidly lowered. Jeremy gasped, as he saw his daughter and two older girls enter the room before the door was closed and locked."What?" Jeremy mumbled confused as to what was going to happen, and yet unable to concentrate as his eyes devoured his daughter."I am tired of having to repeat myself, Miss Brown. You have received a number of warnings and I can see no improvement," The teacher told her."I do try. I do!" Wilma.