We all thought that was very romantic. At first Izzy was in a complete panic; terrified and convinced that you were going to die. But the longer we ta...ked and swapped stories the more relaxed she got, and that's when the three of us..."Peggy stopped and took a deep breath.I smiled to myself. Click."The three of you made love, right?"They both nodded their heads."I don't really like sex with women very much, but with Izzy and Peggy it seemed right. It wasn't so much sex as it was a way for us to. Crayola was into collecting all dat Afrikan shit like Masks, Ivory, Clothes, Objects of Art and what not— and she heard I was one dem old, southern New Oreleans, Louisiana Niggaz dat was into da HooDoo shit.So she called me talkin bout she had an Old Collectible dealing wit da ancient Power of Pussy Essence.How old? I asked her.Bout 2,000 years old, she said in dat Soft-ass voice of hers.Im thinking to mah self: HOW SHE GIT THIS TYPE OF MONEY?Butt OUTLOUD Im like: WHO YOU THINK STOLE IT?I dont. I started bobbing up and down faster. He said you’re a little cum slut you like that big cock. All I could do was moan. In about 5 mins. He gave me my reward. Yelling take it slut. I did, it wasn’t a big load, but it was real thick and tasty. I thanked him and went back to the path. Well I was horny to get my ass fucked. I walked down the path a ways and. She always said that none of us were too old to be spanked if we were still living under her roof, so the fact that I was eighteen didn't matter. My stepbrother, Jeff, and I were the only two still living at home, and both of us were seniors in high school. I had broken the rules against staying out late, underage drinking, and lying to her. I had committed three separate offenses that would each earn me a spanking if they had been done separately. That was not negotiable.I actually didn't mind.