‘Finish undressing for me.’ His voice is roughened and harsh in the silence. I shiver and begin pushing down my thong. ‘Slowly,’ he whispers... I have hooked my thumbs into the waistband, but I pause at his voice. Gathering my wavering courage I begin to slowly push the fabric down my legs, running my fingers over my skin. The sensation creates tingles in my cunt and I moan as my thong falls to the floor, the need to touch myself becomes overwhelming. I gently place my fingers on the tip of my. As I dried off I heard someone knocking on the door. Damn, I thought, who could that be, wasn't mom she was on the bus now and half way to work. The knocking got more insistent as I threw on some shorts and a T-shirt and headed to the door. It went suddenly from a knock to a pounding and without thinking I grabbed the door and opened it. "What the hell. . I . started, there was a white man standing there.' Hello, he started Pudlow Pol... , saying as he turned to see who opened the door.. She collapsed onto him and rested her arms around his neck on top of the seat back.Raising slightly to look into his eyes, she smiled and asked, "How'd you like that, big boy?" Enough to want to fuck you every day, that's how I liked it," he smiled back at her."Hmmmmm . . . I don't know about every day . . .," Beth teased, "maybe!" Beth could feel the wet mess her juices and his sperm had made as the lips of her cunt rested on his balls. His dick was still inside her. Beth lifted herself off. It was an advertisement for my estate services. “I specialize in hauling away household items from estates, usually for free,’ it read.There just weren’t enough items to cover all the black money coming in. Even with Trina’s inflated pricing, I couldn’t move enough. The laundered money from 2nd chance and the landscape business proceeds, were enough to pay for the cost of operating the house and the legitimate business. The dirty money that I had in storage all over the small town of Sparta was.