”“General Warren is extending credit,” she said. “No colored person can get credit from Mr. Mason. You think they will forget that?”Mike end...ed up forgiving both her and Warren. When the cotton was delivered, he had Warren there with his books. He wrote a check to Warren for what the farmer owed and paid the remainder in cash to the farmer.Actually, Green’s friendly behavior was not entirely his own idea. He had written Butler about WarrenGeneral,From your directions to me,I expected General. Noelle could see the juices running out of my pussy down my thighs, and sliding her fingers up the insides of my spread thighs she collected some of my wetness on her fingers. Bending down she licked and lapped up the shot of tequila from my warm body. Her tongue and lips and teeth traced every drop across every plane and hollow and curve of my tummy and hips as I squirmed and moaned under her ministrations. My pussy was clenching and clamping down on nothing but my own juices, begging for. During that time I began to see myself as less masculine and finding that I enjoyed the thought of being submissive towards masculine men. I developed an addiction to sissy pornography, even going so far as to wear her clothes and makeup. I lost the ability to become erect for her and that sparked the end of our relationship. I was on my own again and racked with depression and guilt becoming more determined to purge any of these desires from my life. Time went on and I had more or less gotten. The way she let me touch her." Well, isn't your mom doing the same things with you?" Yeah, I guess she is." Remember in the pool earlier this spring, when you were rubbing against your mom? I was moving my hand on your butt. You seemed to like that a lot."Ben smiled."I did." I know you did, because you showed me you liked it. Well, tell your mom what you like. Or show her."Now Ben was grinning, hand moving a little faster."There's something else, too, Ben. Your mom isn't ever going to pressure.