In only a couple of minutes I creamed on her tongue and felt amazing. I heard Aunt Netanya knock and call out, “Wake, Junior! I’d gotten the sexual high I wanted. “Sorry!”
Everybody chuckled a little as I sat and ate with them. Don’t you know how to knock?”
She looked up at me and smiled. You’re not an asshole, just an idiot.” She quickly reached and tickled me under my arms. We always told you my sister Carrie was your mother, because Netanya and I didn’t want to be embarrassed about being single moms. My sister’s friend Donna wasn’t good-looking, or even average, with a big nose and unibrow, but a hot wet mouth is still a hot wet mouth. Aunt Sherry said, “The whole family are adults now, so some things are going to change. Leave us alone!”
I put my ear to the door and heard my youngest sister crying, bringing tears to the corners of my eyes.
