Her bulging breasts stretched the tight dress's low-cut bodice. It obviously had been a good dress at one time."How you been?" she asked, arching an e...yebrow."Busy," I said, looking at her. She was more than dirty, her hair was oily and her fingernails black. She looked years older and worried, with lines across her forehead and beside her mouth. Her body sagged and her hands trembled despite her efforts to sit up straight."Why you looking at me like that?" You're still awful pretty," I said.. I’d have to have a talk with her, but I couldn’t say anything now. I didn’t want her accelerating her timeline because of what I just said.A few more of our cousins came into the basement, so there wasn’t any way to continue the conversation.When the girls got up, I did as well and grabbed Stephanie and whispered into her ear, “Come talk to me tonight.”The rest of the day was pretty typical, and we got home around 9:00pm. I went to my room and wrote in my journal and read. I was surprised that. Blowing me little kisses.I did just that. We took our time and somehow fit my fat prick up his asshole He took all my 6.5 inches moaning sighing and purring like a pussycat.He sure was my PUSSY that first night.I throbbed and he moaned like a bitch. Like his bitch of a sister.I held his ass cheeks as I butt fucked this little babe.Tight ,warm,tender and all mine.“Jimmy lets come together like real lovers..Jimmy we are real lovers now.” I came so hard that my toes curled. He came straight up. ‘Bye!” With that she skipped off down the back stairs outside my door and was gone.Makeover? Oh. Yeah. Bring money. Damn.I read somewhere that on average women who have been dumped spend $800 on a makeover. When Hope left me and cleaned out my loft, I spent $12.95 on a case of beer and didn’t change clothes for two weeks. That was the last makeover I’d had. When you do most of your work in cyberspace, who cares what color your t-shirt is?My self-image is a cross between the dark intensity of.