Poems and raps are like stories to me. I don’t know what it is about hip hop, but being around it all my life makes me love it. The funny thing is, ... don’t consider myself a rapper. I consider myself a poet. I’ve had this conversation with my cousin, who is a rapper and who I repeatedly sit in on studio sessions on and write. You’d be amazed at my muse and how fast it goes.“Yo, what you writing?" Jay, my cousin, the rapper said.“Eh, nothing much. Just another cover rap to a song. Since y’all. And what a guest... Tall, dark, large chested – in white g-string panties and a thin, almost transparent, white singlet – one which is completely unable to control her large boobs, or hide her big dark nipples. The white underwear is sharp relief to her flesh which the colour of butterscotch, or a milky cup of coffee.She’s slim, but not hard, with a good pair of hips in addition to those big tits ... Those hips swing as she walks, and so do those boobs – jiggling and bouncing with each step.. You're like the cool parent. All the kids want to hang out at that house. Kasey might be 17 but in some ways she's never really had a female presence she looks up — until now. If that's more responsibility than you want we need to figure that out sooner rather than later." What do you mean sooner rather than later?" Carrie asked."Pretty straightforward," I replied. "If you are uncomfortable with the situation that Kasey and I have put you in, I would rather know it now." What are you talking. He remained silent. I walked to my room thinking what the f$%k was I doing, could get beaten up! My heart was pounding when I got in and just sat on the end of the bed. After a few minutes went by, a calm returned. I got undressed and I went to the bathroom and began brushing my teeth.There was a knock at the door! I cleaned my mouth, took a deep breath and walked over to the door. On opening it, there was Ian "You can put that little thing away for a start" he said looking down, and walked.