It could have just been my inherited genes so I can happily blame my mother and father for being the smallest in the class, but I somehow also got lef... out when the popularity genes were issued, I became a loner and spent far too much time in my own company for any real good to come of it. I loved the movies, the actresses were goddesses with their beautiful make-up and cultured coiffure, the long golden limbs and neatly manicured nails and toes I watched opened mouthed in admiration. After lunch, Lisbet drove me back to Ängelholm so that I wouldn’t have to take the bus or train. We had a nice chat, and despite her past flirtation, she was on her best behavior. Rolf was waiting for me so that we could make the return trip to Helsingborg to catch the train. I’d considered taking my bags with me, but as I’d taken the bus, that wasn’t really practical.At the station, I thanked Rolf once again for his hospitality and told him that I hoped to see him in Chicago someday, but if. Pushed apart, I left the mother whore on the bed, still ass up in the air. looking over to where the daughter was transfixed by the sight of her mother naked, sweaty, panting, makeup and hair messy, ass fucked.I got the envelope from the nightstand and gave it too her, I sat in the chair, lit one and poured a glass of Jack. The mother moved and laid on her back; I could see her tits and belly wet from the sweat, looking up at a ceiling before calling over her daughter who sat on the bed next to. He must have touched Daryl 'what the fuck you doing man,' Daryl said. T-Bone answered 'you fucking that bitch, make him suck my dick.' Daryl answered 'he's knocked out, where you ought to be.' I still laid still and waited to see what would happen. I could feel T-Bone moving his hands over the bed and Daryl's body, Daryl said angrily 'damn it T-Bone you gonna wake David up.' T-Bone said 'if that bitch ain't woke yet he ain't gonna wake up, I don't know no bitch or punk that can't feel a big.