Back out on the mullock heap, it was a nice sunny day and soon the sweat was rolling off my body. I slipped my shirt off and continued to grub the tai...lings down the chute. Frank was working near by and cracked a stupid remark about my hairless chest."I don't think the gimp will go for a little boy, most women like hairy men like me."I saw Joe coming down the road, apparently Frank hadn't. Time to call his bluff."Why would any self respecting woman go for a hairy ape like you Frank?" Why you. "What's so funny?" I asked Katie.She looked at me and smirked. "You're sitting there in the chair, staring at your step-daughter's boobs. You just fucked her friend. It's like a man's fantasy, and you're living it," she said.I couldn't help it, but had to laugh. Because Katie was so right."What the hell do you think your mom would do if she woke up right now, and saw what was going on?" I said to Marissa.She walked up to me, standing no more than a foot away from me, and finally, quietly said,. My tongue would find the crease among her sexual mound and her leg and I would run the tip of my tongue. It would stimulate her to be mated, as she would spread her young legs. From our entangled dance her sweet sweat and vaginal nectar would be in abundance. I would drink every drop allowing it to bathe my face. Being young I only explored with my tongue and figners saving her virgin womb for my penis and its seed for the future. I found her little button and would lick from it to her tight. He’s completely silver at the temples. Frank stops short and I stand back a few feet watching the three men over Frank’s shoulder. ‘Diego,’ the suited man says. ‘You watching this?’ ‘Yeah, yeah. I’m watching,’ a Latin-looking man says. ‘You put the crow bar right here. Right where the flywheel comes in. Right on this ridge. You see it?’ Diego exaggerates looking in. ‘Then, Diego, you give the other end of the bar a big mother-fucking pull.’ The suited man pulls the free end of the crowbar with.