One evening, to his surprise, he entered his bedchamber comparatively sober, to find Marianne's mother, Miriam, and her aunt Agnes, waiting for him. A...t first, he was alarmed by their presence but since they were smiling, he soon was at ease as he chatted with them. Miriam had married very young and bore her first child, Marianne, when she was only 16 years old so she was only 38 now, a little younger than Prince Ralph, her daughter's husband. She was more than a little heavy and Randolph could. ”“It happens, but at least it’s not like it was when the service men and women came back from Vietnam. THAT I can’t imagine.” Steven said shaking his head.“Daddy always told me that the disrespect they were shown was appalling to see. He tried to join, but they wouldn’t let him due to his spinal injury when he was 12. He always said that’s his biggest regret.” Hannah told Steven. Neither of them said anything for a couple of minutes, until Hannah asked, “What kind of car it was.”“Mint condition. Shit! She was right! The scrap of tobacco in my mouth told me that these unfiltered smokes had been Biker Joe's. I pulled the weed from my mouth, winked at her, and traced her previous path to the trash can in the corner. The smokes joined the ratty robe in the bottom of the can.I looked back at Mary, and the smile was back. She had her elbows on the table with her chin resting on her interlocked fingers as she watched me toss away the reminder of Biker Joe. I pointed and laughed. Her boobs had. He grabs a fist full of my hair and yanks me from his dick. I’m pulled to my feet and thrown on the bed while he kicks off his shoes and removes his pants and shorts. Next his jacket and shirt come off and are dropped to the floor. His broad Black shoulders and hairless chest fill my gaze. I desperately want him on top of me. GIVE ME A RUBBER SLUT! My mind goes blank, a rubber? A CONDUM CUNT! The thought of rubbers, condoms had never crossed my mind. I’ve always loved and preferred fucking.