Punk ass Justin Smith aka Pretty J, not after that night. She’s crouched over giggling from her orgasms and me fallin out the shower. She moves into my arms and stares in to my eyes. Now I’m naked and waitin to hold her . Movin form position to position. I reach to wipe the tear away and she disappears and I’m back in the field staring at the stars reaching for’em. Punk ass wanna be didn’t even know how to treat her, that’ shit still pisses me off now. Tryin to merge, become one. Damn I’m too tired to wonder, to tire to think, to tired. But most of all, thank you for My love, that you for Reen, and please take care of her. Damn where am I , are you with me or am I alone. Kissin my neck and my man titties like she call‘em until she has me where I want her to have me. I can’t count’em, her orgasms, one after another over and over, loosin her mind in pleasure, makin her
