We slipped into the restroom and his tongue finished the job that his fingers had started. That is, until some red headed chick walked in on us. She was quiet at first, probably shocked by what she saw. I wasn’t going to stop him, in fact I didn’t stop him. She could watch, I didn’t care, I never walked away from a good thing and his tongue was a good damn thing.
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Audiobooks by Momma T
Audiobooks: Finding Time for Yourself
See how the guilt of a young boy, the burdens of an imperfect mother, the anger of a teenage girl, and the innocence of a young child shape their perspectives.