Once the doors were opened a woman walked in that look for all the world like the one of the Bears in drag. Damn, thought Al, she is wearing a short s...kirt. Al sit on the small stool in front of her and trying not to look up at her asked her what she was looking for and, gasp, need he ask, what size."A black pump, and in size six," she replied.Why does ever woman in Chicago think that she wears a size six, thought Al as he pulled off a size twelve and slapped a six over it. Damn why don't they. Just as Mike was bending down with his fist readyto punch me, I saw my father grab his hand from behind and pull himback.I looked around and saw that a huge crowd gathered, my panties were infull view, my knees were bleeding and I had dirt and grass in the top ofmy butt crack. I got up and ran to my mother. I heard people in thecrowd yelling things like "Come on sissy, come back and fight," or "Wayto fight like a pussy."I was crying when I got to my mother.She said, "Oh Bobbie, you are a mess,. I then quickly sat on his hot, hard cock till he we all the way inside me. “Oh! Fuck!” he yelled so I stopped there. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” but still wiggled a bit as I adjusted to his dick being in me like that. “Fuck no! It feels great, better than I never … imagined!” then he bucked up into me and I resumed my up and down motions opposing his.“Ohhh fuck! You are so tight! This is so unbelievable! I don’t want this to ever stop!” hi breathing getting heavier now as mine from my. ”“But I work my ass off to give you the stuff you should have. A nice house, in a nice neighborhood, in a nice school district, with nice clothes to wear.”“We don’t need those things, Mick. We need a husband and a father.”“But I love you”I held onto her arms as they encircled me and felt the tears on my neck as I slowly woke up.Tears on my neck.Arms around me.A hand in mine resting on my chest.I turned my head to see Kendi, her eyes bright red and soaking wet with tears. I began to turn towards.