I figured it would be enough.I'd only been waiting there for a few minutes when I heard a key turning in the outside lock. Before I'd repositioned, sh...e walked in. I slowed my breathing and tried to blend into the coats and crap surrounding me.I didn't know her name. Didn't matter. I'd first seen her two days ago, shopping at one of those punk-clothing stores in the mall. In her early twenties, she was long-legged and thin, almost anorexic. Her short hair was straggly and dyed black to match her. Right at the time couple of new guys showed up, it was my Weed connect Rick. His 8′ cock straight out, we said hi and I was on my knees sucking him good in heaven, but trying to hide my fresh fucked ass, he fingered my ass, whispered to me your ass is mine tonite. he knew the host and we use his bed with 20 plus guys watching jacking, the guy he had with him was so turned on, Tom was his name Rick told me hang on when he was done, I looked back at Tom was all smiles and 11′ only let guys suck. "I know I come off as a brash, loud, obnoxious, fat hillbilly. I like that reputation. I've been the master distiller for twenty-five years. Started work in the distillery right after I got out of college. Surprised I went to college? I was still-master in five years. That was when Sylvia and I agreed it was time to start a family. So I'm not an impatient man. I'm willing to wait for my passel of grandkids. But ten years from now ... I better be seeing some fat bellied women or I'll know the. Her dad isn’t home and I start to wonder about her coming home every day after school and being by herself as I get off my bike and get up to her front door. It doesn’t take her long to greet me, she’s got a new school tank top on and long shorts with her hair done back in a pony tail. I get inside and see it’s still cluttered in the living room but we head back to her room and as soon as she sees my face I explain that everything is fine and it’s just a family issue that we’re working out.