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I wanted to get into his “experience with women” (and how they’d fucked him up) but I was learning this was how Mo was.
He had to get rid of the condom and he didn’t make that announcement or a production of it.
He slipped out of the bed, took care of it, and came back.
I was hoping he’d brought a bunch of them because I decided, before we got into his “experience with women,” I’d give him more experience withthiswoman because I had a hankering to ride my mountain of man.
We could talk about the bitches in his life after I got myself in the mood not to be pissed as shit about whatever it was.
In other words, after I had another fifteen orgasms.
Mo was walking back into the room, and I was watching him walk back in, precisely his hips, not covered in cargos, and that huge dick, which was impressive even soft, and how I’d decided just then to suck it before I rode it, when he stopped dead and his head jerked to the side.
This was right before we heard a pounding on the door and a faraway, but still loud bellow of, “Lottie! Open this goddamned door!”
I felt my face pale as I watched Mo look back my way.
“Oh shit,” I whispered.
Then I finished.
“Tex.”
CHAPTER 10
LITTLE SISTER
Lottie
“I’ll take care of it,” Mo announced.
Say what?
You didn’ttake care ofTex.
No one couldtake care ofTex.
Especially when he was bellowing louder than his normal bellow and pounding on a door.
I suspected even my mother couldn’ttake care ofTex when he was doing that and Tex was head over heels in love with my mother.
Sadly, while these thoughts tumbled through my head, Mo had found his cargos and tugged them on.
He exited the room doing the fly.
Shit!
“Mo! Wait!” I yelled, scrambling to get out of bed.
It took me too long to find my panties and nightie in the mess of bedclothes and too much longer to struggle them on at the same time racing out of the room.
My nightie was floating down as I hit the top of the stairs and I started to bolt down them as I heard, “You!You’vegot someexplaining to do.”
Tex.
Tex getting in the face of Mo.
I kept going, just a lot faster, and when I made it to the bottom, my feet squeaked on the floor as I slid across the hall and slammed into the arch to the TV room from my momentum.
