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where people were stealing honey to sell it on the black market, I remember with a laugh.
 I never understood that. Why would they think only black people want honey? she asks in
confusion.
I don t even think about correcting her because I don t want anything to ruin this good mood
she s in.
 I wonder how many bottles of honey we actually stole that month. It had to be close to a
hundred.
She smiles and nods, placing a soft kiss on my cheek before pulling back to continue with the
memory.
 That last night was a fun night until we spent a little too long on foreplay and the honey started
to dry and get sticky. It was like giving you a Brazilian wax to get that stuff off!
We both laugh and move a little bit away from each other as the waiter comes to our table and
steps in between us to place the check on the table.
 I still have that scar on my ass from when you had to help pull me off of the tree. I don t care
though. That was the best blow job ever. Well, aside from the shower one on our first date.
We sit there quietly for a few minutes staring into each other s eyes, and I am trying to force all
of my thoughts into her head.
You want to bang me, you want to bang me, you want to bang me.
 I want to bang you, she states.
My brain is an awesome and powerful thing.
I throw all of the money in my wallet down on the table without even looking at the bill. I m
pretty sure I just gave our waiter a seventy percent tip, but I don t give a fuck. I grab Jenny s hand
and together we run to the exit and out into the parking lot.
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In hindsight, trying to have sex in our four-door, compact car in our own driveway probably
isn't the best idea. But after Jenny spends the fifteen minute drive from the restaurant back to our
house with her hand down my pants, rubbing me one second away from orgasm, I can t even think
about opening the car doors and going inside. I turn off the engine, hit the button to move my seat
back as far as it will go, grab Jenny around the waist, and haul her over the center console and onto
my lap.
With her legs straddling me, I slide my hands up her thighs and push her dress up to her hips,
realizing she isn t wearing any underwear.
 You re wearing my favorite clear pair of panties, I tell her as I slide my hands around her
hips and onto her bare ass.
 I wore them just for you, she says with a smile as she leans forward and runs her tongue
along my top lip.
I reach between us to unbutton my pants, freeing my dick and feeling quite proud of myself that I
too chose to go commando this evening.
With one hand still clutching her ass, I pull her down so I can rub the head of my cock against
her. She s wet and warm and even though she hasn t shaved down there since before Billy was born,
I don t give a fuck. I love her pussy whether it s smooth or has a porn bush fro. As I use my hand to
glide myself back and forth through her, she starts to move her hips to create more friction, and we
both moan against each other s mouths.
 Fuck, you feel so good, baby. I wanna fuck you like an animal.
She stops the movement of her hips and pulls her face away from mine.
 Don t quote Nine Inch Nails when we re about to have sex. It s creepy. I don t want to think
about animals having sex. Remember that time we saw my cousin s dogs having sex? Oh my God, I
had nightmares for weeks. I kept dreaming we would have sex and your penis would be stuck inside
me until you finish like those stupid dogs, Jenny complains.
 Sorry, no more animals fucking talk. Let s just talk about us fucking. Right now. In the car, I
tell her as I move the head of my penis to her opening and push my hips up slightly so I enter her just a
little bit.
 Son of Al Sharpton, I moan as she pushes her body down a little more and I go deeper.
Jenny doesn t hesitate to slide the rest of the way down on my cock, and I have to squeeze my
eyes shut so I don t blow my load right this second.
She grips onto my hair and yanks me towards her mouth.
 You re such a dirty whore, I mutter against her lips.
She stops and pulls back to look at me again.  Eew, don t say that.
I look at her in confusion for a minute. She s always thought that was hot. In the past, she
usually begs me to call her a dirty whore. I want my dirty whore!
 It s just weird. I m a mom now, she explains.
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