"You know what them bastards 'ave been an gorn and done?" My mother shouted as soon as I started to speak. She answered her own question, which was ju...t as well as I hadn't a clue what she was going on about. (gorn = East London pronunciation of 'gone')"They've only been an gorn and kicked the poor cow out'er 'ouse, 'aven't they?"It is a peculiarity of East London speech to convert a statement into a question, which can take some getting used to, as can the dropped aspirant.She calmed down and. Anyway I was willing to learn about other cultures so I agreed to go along; the film had been running for about five minutes when Tracey slipped her hand in through my unzipped fly and soon had my cock out and inside her mouth; when suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw someone lifting her skirt and playing with her from the other side. I tried to tell her what was happening but she simply released my cock and looked over her shoulder and smiled as she said “Oh Leroy you made it!”I then. “You mean like this,” I said striking a quick blow to his face. I was pretty sure there was the sounds of bones crunching. To make sure he remember me, I hit him one more time to his right clavicle. In other words he was going to be in some pain for a while.The worst thing was I had an audience for the whole thing. While he sat on the ground leaning on the car parked a space away, I broke his gun apart, wiped the pieces with one of Tonya Sanitary wipes then threw the pieces in different. I had an experience of talking with my mother when she said I was a boyand I was suspected to act like a boy. It happened when I was six. Iheard other kids, mostly girls, calling their parents "mummy" and "daddy"instead of cold-hearted "mom" and "dad". I called my mother mummy andfather daddy for a while. Then my mother had a talk with me. She insistedto return to previous titles because I was a boy. "May I turn into a girland call you mummy while it sounds so fondly?" I asked. I was.