Just then the music that was playing, started to play Neil Young’s song. Indian Sex I didn’t want to die from sex even if it was the best sex that I had ever had. Her roommate was as pretty as she was and asked, “Hey bitch, when did you start bringing your Johns home?”
She shouted back, “He’s not my John but I’m going to let him fuck me.”
The roommate shouted, “Bitch” then she went into her bedroom and slammed the door. She turned giving me a rather nice view of her pussy. Then I started filling the tip of the condom. Just then the music that was playing, started to play Neil Young’s song. It was a crock of shit but I listened anyway. The young mother took me over to a couch and removed her T-shirt and miniskirt. I am a welfare mother and I can assure you that I make a better lover.”
She looked like an angel, talked like a truck driver, and acted like a hooker. It was some sort of scrollwork with barbs or fishhooks at the points. As she turned around I saw her tramp stamp. Fbailey story number 684
Welfare Mothers Make Better Lovers
Neil Young was right. I had absolutely nothing to loose so I said, “Nice tramp
