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“A fucking witness,” I snapped. “Language,” Morrison spoke through a bloody nose. “Who the hell do you think you are,” she turned her gaze to her fallen husband, “what are you doing with a high school girl, you disgusting a perv!” ‘First, off I gave him a ride because your sorry bitch ass couldn’t” I snapped my fingers over her head, “Second if he has any self-respect he’s going to the cops for fucking abuse.” ‘He’s a weasel,” She snapped, “he won’t do a thing. Who taught you to speak like that? You’re a veritable fountain of profanity.” “And you’re a fountain of worthless shit, so fuck off.’ I grabbed Morrison's arm and hoisting him up. “Akeelah, language,” Morrison pleaded. The woman, whose name I had not bothered to answer, rolled her eyes, as I lead Morrison back to my car, “Going somewhere?” “Anywhere but here,” I snapped. “Akeelah, this is my handjob home.” “All due respect Mr. Morrison this isn’t shit.” I piled him into my car and pulled a roll gagged of toilet paper from the back. I used them instead of tissues because money sucks. I closed the door and hopped in the drive side, throwing the woman the bird as I ground the car backward, and threw it into a drive, gunning it away. I swore under my breath. His wife was a colossal bitch, he deserved shit tons better. “That’s your wife,” I said as we trundled away. He nodded, “yeah, she’s a tough woman.” “She’s a bitch.” “Akeelah.” “No, she is. Wake up and smell the bullshit. tittyfucking She’s awful. There is no way you are in love cum in her mouth with that monster.” He sighed, “She’s not always like that.” “That’s why you are oral covered in bruises.” “This was an accident.” This was, without a doubt, the boldest I had tittyfucking ever been in my life. But we gagged had been there for almost an hour and the only people in the bar was a blond girl that was cum in her mouth sloppy drunk trying to hit on this bald black guy with glasses, and one other couple. “My date,” I said. We’re singing songs in the van oral on the way back home with the devil himself handjob in the back seat, he’s a little bit in his own head and not as burning as hot as the first night we were back but he’s here and we’re going to have a great time. Her nipple was shiny with his saliva. All of this thinking had relaxed Bridget enough to finish the job. She wanted to cry. Once we approached the outer gate, Fred poked some buttons to make the gate open. “Oh that, it’s something we could do without but I think you would rather not.” With that she took aim and pushed the dildo in and half way home in one move. “I want to suck your cock.” Michelle said, turning her head to my ear.