It wasn’t…clean. Mom xxx He got pissed off at me once because I kept talking with his girl, Erin, I think, between takes. Dirty somehow. I don’t know why, but my dick was in my hand before I realized I had moved to protect it. I don’t know what Candy was singing, but it had just a little church choir flavor to it. She wasn’t angry or sad. So, yeah. It was a fine poker face. It was a fine poker face. She had enough coming in her these last couple of days without my adding God’s juice to the mix. I got up and went into the kitchen. That scared me even more. Aw, hell. It looked like a blade. It made sense. I was pretty sure I was out of rum. My place. I was familiar with stilettos.




















