"My name is Brittney, I mean Britt. Like whyare you trying to call me something else, my name has always beenBrittney." Somehow, that still felt wrong... but I didn't know why."Ok, ok," Cassie said, "we'll call you Britt. So are you a bimbo now?"I was happy she was calling me by the right name now, but I still hadto correct her, "No, bimbos have to be really dumb." Ah of course," came the reply, "and how smart are you? A 110 IQ?" As if," I answered in disgust, "my IQ is 125." I had been very. I was getting more carried away now. I had planned really long, gentle love making, but now in the heat I just wanted to make her cum and merge ourselves into one. I ran my hand down from her boobs and slipped it inside the front of her panties. She groaned as I made contact with her pussy, she was dripping wet. I wanted to make her cum as quickly as I could but I also wanted to taste her sweetness. I slipped a finger insider her, and she gasped. I pushed it in and out for a few seconds, before. Is that why he was doing that? Is he retarded too?" Billy says he's only a little slow, but he used to say that about Herbert too. The son has some kind of a sex problem, that's all I know. He has been arrested for indecent exposure and for lewd conduct more than just a few times. I think he liked showing people his wiener whenever he got either excited or emotional. After his grandfather died, old Mr. Martin, they put him in one of those sanitarium places. The old man bought one of those. " he said. He turned to present his wife. I smiled again. Charlene was about 5ft 3 with long brunette hair. She was wearing a black coat that hid her body. She had a perfect smile. Along with some very sexy eyes. I froze for a second as she looked my up and down. "Please! Come in." I said. I opened the door for Marc to come in first. A few seconds later I held my hand out to help Charlene into my house. "You have a very nice house Mr. Kelly." said Charlene. "Thank you! Please follow me. I will.