Alrighty then, here we go
The best pussy always belongs to the craziest bitches...
Confucius
I'm convinced this is true, and try as I might, I have never found good pussy and level headed women in my bed at the same time. I've really tried, I looked everywhere I could, never found that.
So, when we left off, I've returned home from our first "date" and woke up in a very pleasant mood. Life in the Damned household seems better, more joyful. It's really a good weekend. As everyone heads off to bed, i prepare for another adventure into hookerland. Check my messages and Nancy has been busy, 4 messages, 2 voice mails, and an email. The messages lead me to open the email and wow, Hallmark should reconsider their definition of "sending the very best". Nancy has made it clear she is enthusiastically waiting for my arrival. I'm now getting my things together with more purpose.
As I arrive at hookerland ranch trailer park, I notice more vehicles than last time. Oh boy! Is is a party? It may have been, but as I arrived, things have died down. I knock on the door and a blond opens the door, covering her breast with a towel and hand bra. Oh boy! Um hi! I'm Al, Nancy was expecting me. "Oh come in. I don't know you" she says as I walk into the remains of I don't know what. There is a pile of legs and breasts on the floor next to the couch, a bag of toys I recognize as Nancy's, and Dora the explorer on the 90 inch. I decide to right the situation and introduce myself again, hand outstretched "hi I'm Al, and you are" "Jessica" she says as she reaches out to my hand and loses the towel. "Nice to meet you, Nancy's in the bedroom." Ok.
I head to the bedroom and see a leg and a bit of hair, looks like only one girl. Ok. I look down and find her face in the pile of pillows, and let her know I'm there. After she got over the shock, she apologized for passing out. Seems she ran into a couple old friends earlier and had them over. (I've got a couple guesses where her "friends" are from.) She hopes I don't mind. She pulls me into bed with her. I'll give it to this generation, they really know how to say "I'm sorry". That's some real skill.
As I'm laying back in the bed, eyes opening again after reaching a full appreciation of her apology, I notice the strangest thing, it looks like a dolls leg peaking out from under the sheet. Never one to deny my ADD, I reach out to touch the toys leg, and it moves. Then out from under the covers a set of blue eyes gazes back at me then sucks back under the covers. I look down as Nancy is just looking back to me for eye contact and I'm guessing a compliment on her apology and say "I don't think we're alone.
Whores can move fast. They move faster with the addition of certain phrases. "I don't think we're alone" is probably right up there with "cops", "I'm a cut you bitch" and "I don't have any money". It's really impressive. After calming her down and wiping off the cum she had just spit out on my legs, I pointed to the lump under the covers and ask her where her daughter is sleeping. After settling her child back to sleep, we made our way into the living room and meet her friends. Before dawn, we've gotten acquainted and planned a road trip. The following weekend, I'm taking the whores to Dallas. Oh my!
Chapter 3 coming as long as you fools want more. Hope you like the hooker tales Chuckie!
