“I had enough of her bitching,” I said, “Where’s the beers.”
“What you want beer for when we got moonshine?” he asked, with a chuckle as he led me to his porch and fished out a couple of bottles from under the boardwalk around the house. I drove the three miles down the dirt track to our house and when I got there there weren’t no one there, Dan Tucker was a good few years older than I was and he lived a quarter mile further down the track so after I collected my bags from the trunk and set them down in the shack beside the house I went to see if he knew where my folks were. pornhub There was bits of fake tan missing now, she never looked a million dollars anymore, she looked dog rough and used, and she smiled drunkenly at me, “You want to fuck me lover boy?”
“No ma’am,” I said,
