I hadn’t…” “Ya think?” Tony smirked and semi-slammed the bags down on the kitchen counter. Tony quickly made three more trips to his car to ...etrieve enough groceries to feed every refugee stranded in the snow on interstates 20 and 75. He seems pissed. He offered to pick up these groceries. I didn’t ask him to do this for me. He carried the weather in on his coat all snappy-like side-stepping my doormat. He seemed to track the dampness and slush from my front door all the way into my kitchen on. Carlton is taking care of everything. There will be a service at the church and then, well, then the funeral at 2nd Baptist,” she said. “And oh, that was Carlton on the phone. He hopes we’ll come.”“You should go,” I said.“And you too, right?” she said.“No, she’ll be there, so I won’t be,” I said.“Andrew this is one of those...”“I said no. Don’t ask again. I will pay my respects at another time, but not if she’s there, never that again,” I said.“He’s not coming to my mom’s funeral is he!” said. He hadsandy hair which he wore short on the sides and a little longer on top,clear blue eyes, a nose that might have been a touch too wide and thekind of stubble that suggested either careful cultivation or a missedshave. He looked a few years older than me - perhaps 18 or so."Stepmother?" I queried, while still trying to recollect where I'd seenhim before."You don't look anything like each other, so I'm ruling out sister," heexplained smoothly. His voice screamed expensive education, though. "You horny little slut! You want cum in your face? Well, you gotta suck me, sister! Suck my big nasty cock! I wanna fuck your cute virgin mouth, Ima! Make me cum in your mouth, slut! I want you to swallow my cum!"Tommy knew what talking dirty did to me. It lit a roaring fire in my cunt! Truth is, he loved talking dirty to me! It made his cock even bigger and harder! I reached up and fondled his balls. They were covered with a mass of black hair. I loved the feeling of them. They reminded me of.