The night before New Year’s Eve, Curt saw his mother writing in her diary again. She demanded my phone number. Big cock He nodded and glanced at the book she was carrying, the pen in her other hand. I don’t know where she’ll end up and I don’t care. If she wants to be a slut and be all about black cock, so be it. Danielle told me I could drink it every single day if I wanted, she would help me. He quickly made his way to her room, hearing the shower. Maybe she’s writing ALL about black men, sex, and stupid shit like that.”
Curt sighed heavily, annoyed at himself for feeling anger and guilt, at the audacity of his mother having a sex life, and at his overwhelming curiosity to learn more about it. He ran his fingers through his hair, angry at his mom again.
