I abandoned my driving. I have a weirdly distinct memory of cunt juice sparing my inner thighs to my knees. The first violent impact drove me even har...er into the orgasm. I knew I was probably going to die but I didn't care. My orgasm continued as my body was slammed extremely violently from all directions. The only thing keeping me in the drivers seat was the seat belt. I was only a little bit aware of the fact the car was flipping end over end. Dirt, glass, and other stuff were flying around,. You go after some of them college girls, better make sure they're good and drunk. They ain't none of them white trash like the others, but they'll be sluttish like them though."Simone held her empty beer bottle out to Pruett, who took it and ran to the bar for another. The fortune teller, far from a fool, waited with her mouth closed until Pruett returned and handed her the beer."Another thing," she said, after taking a long swig, "Don't use that 'Pretty momma' shit. No wonder she broke your. ”“Interest me,” he said.“Eighteen. Graduates high school in a couple of weeks. I’m going to watch her do it.”“No experience.”“She has been part-timing in retail. She does things in the office. Smart. Like a 3.9 GPA. Sciences. Math. Computer-literate, past the point Livy was, for damned sure. She’ll learn fast.”“Risky.”“I don’t even know if she’s interested,” I said. “But if I can get ‘er...”“Here’s how we’ll do it,” he said. “YOU, my Cajun friend, are going to be her supervisor. You train. Then Mr. Anderson lifted the front of my dress up over my hips. Now Charlie could clearly see that I had a penis and that Mr. Anderson was clearly embedded in my ass, not a vagina. His eyes went wide.“No fucking way.” Charlie said under his breath. “I had no idea…” As if in a trance, Charlie stood and came over to me. He reached down and took my penis in his hand as if to see if it was real. His big penis was sticking out of his pants. “You can suck him if you want.” said Mr. Anderson. I leaned.