”Son-in-law and I finished hauling in another load of boxes while Brenda and Ellie were putting things away.“Ellie’s really kinda fried over thi...s, Mister Steve.”“Please don’t call me ‘Mister’, Alex,” I said. “I can only imagine...”“Yeah, we KNEW about her dad for quite a while, but the reality of them splitting ... She’s so worried that her mom’s gonna be alone. You know ... She thinks her mom’s past her prime and it’s a tough market.”I guess I laughed a little. “You ‘n’ Ellie, you’re young.. I can only imagine she is daydreaming about getting fucked by a big black cock. One of my best friends is black, his name is Desmond. He hangs out with us all the time, mostly on Friday and Saturday nights. Lynn usually runs around the house with an old tank-top that she has cut the bottom 8′ off so that it just barely covers the bottom of her tits (she goes bra-less most of the time) and a very short skirt that is so old. You can see thru it if you’re at the right angle. She never wears. I’ll talk to some of the girls first.” They stand there in silence for a few minutes while they wait for school to end.When the final bell rings the students explode out of the school and a wave of teen girls heads toward John. Peta takes a running leap at John. She drops her bag just short of contact. He catches her and her four limbs wrap around him as they kiss, playing tonsil hockey. Smiling she says, “Mother said we can go straight to your place today, Uncle John. She’s also promised to. In the darkened den the wall-size silver screen was illuminated with a rectangle of flickering white light from the whirring projector whose filmless sprockets whined with mindless regularity. And on the soft pile rug, three shadowy forms, two human, one animal, rutted in mindless passion. While the oversized Doberman pinscher humped staccato-like between the waving, upturned buttocks of his temporary mistress, his hostess for the day was writhing unashamedly beneath the obscene tongue- fucking.