The Wrath: First Book of the West Texas Series

By Joe Medrano

The Wrath is about a young boy wanting to help his mother financially. Living in the border town of Presidio, he becomes involved with the drugs easily available across the Rio Grande in Mexico and, as a result, loses both his wife and mother.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514482421

Joe Medrano

Joe Medrano is also the author of The Revelation, followed by The Consolidation, making up the West Texas series, which The Wrath is the first of. Joe has a BS in psychology, is a native of New Mexico, but now lives in Texas.

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Copyright © 2016 by Joe Medrano.

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Rev. date: 04/13/2016

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Contents

Chapter 1 July 1962

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14 July 1963

Glossary

Chapter 1

July 1962

I’ve got to find a way to help her, thought Mario, determined to find some way to help his mother. Even though he wasn’t quite fourteen years old yet, he felt confident he would figure out how.

He loved coming to the river and letting his thoughts flow with the current. The sound of running water soothed his overactive mind, allowing him to put his thoughts in perspective.

Sitting high on the bank of the Rio Grande, he could see the cluster of buildings across the river, which made up what was called ‘Boys Town’ on the Mexican side in Ojinaga. Since he was on the Texas side, he glanced back to his right and could see the village of Presidio, where he lived with his mother, Carmen, in a four room adobe house.

They had a chicken coop in the back, which was the reason he was up so early this beautiful morning. He’d gotten up to feed the chickens and to collect the eggs they’d laid that night for his mom to fix for breakfast.

She’s probably up by now, he was thinking. He figured it to be close to six o’clock. He’d just had to run the half mile they lived from the river to enjoy looking at and hearing the water. Knowing it was time to go, he got up and started walking home.

Mario, where are you? He heard his mother call out as he approached the backyard. Then he quickly slipped into the chicken coop and grabbed the eggs he had piled in the corner.

"Good morning, viejita." He grinned at her as he walked in the back door.

Where have you been? Never mind, I know exactly where you were. Haven’t I told you not to be going to the river by yourself? If you fell in, there wouldn’t be anyone to help you. We wouldn’t even know what had happened to you. Come here. She hugged him and ran her hand through his hair. "You haven’t even combed your hair, mijo."

He pulled away gently but firmly. He loved her shows of affection but felt he’d gotten too old for it. I did comb my hair. You know I always wash up and comb as soon as I get up. I was running. That’s why it looks like that.

Well, it’s time I cut your hair again. I can’t believe how fast it grows. Give me those eggs so I can start cooking breakfast. I wanna feed ya before I go to work.

He sat down and saw her get busy while looking up at the clock. She had to be at work by seven. She had been fortunate to have gotten employed by the Sagermans, a wealthy family that owned a lot of farm land around Presidio. She cleaned their house, cooked for them, and washed their clothes. Anything that had to be done she did without being asked.

Carmen looked at her son and couldn’t help thinking about how handsome he was getting. He was tall for his age, already five feet ten inches. He’d been born on August 12, 1948, so he’d be fourteen years old next month. Looking more and more like his father, she was thinking as her thoughts went to her late husband.

An experienced truck driver, he’d been the victim of a terrible accident. One day while doing a routine pretrip on the rig, he’d noticed a loose fuel line under the fuel tanks. The jack he’d used to support the truck while he fixed it slipped and the rig crushed him. He suffered severe injuries to his head and chest. He died a week later.

The little money the insurance had paid had barely been enough for the funeral and to pay off the loan they had borrowed to buy the land and for the materials used to build the house. She didn’t mind working but always worried about her son. Living in a border town, she was aware of all the drugs coming across from Mexico. She lived in constant fear of him getting involved.

Mario had four years of high school left. and Carmen had very high hopes for him. She often dreamed of him going to college. She intended to persuade her employer, Mrs. Sagerman, to sponsor him. No one in her family had ever gone to college so she wanted to give him the opportunity to continue his education.

She knew he had the ability. In the third grade, his class had been given IQ tests. That evening, his teacher had come to see her because she’d been extremely impressed with the results. He had been tested to have an IQ of 139, an exceptionally high score.

She had known he was gifted. He had started walking before he was eight months old and never had trouble learning anything. She had noticed how special he was while still a baby.

Carmen abruptly came back to the present. "Okay. mijo, I have to go now. You know where the change is. When ya get hungry, go buy some tacos from Mrs. Ramirez. Mrs. Ramirez was a lady who lived in the neighborhood and made delicious tacos to sell every day. Carmen had been in her kitchen many times. They had known each other and been friends for a long time, so she knew how clean she kept her kitchen and how she prepared her food. Finish fixing the fence behind the chicken coop. If ya have time, rearrange the rocks that make up the walkway out back." She kissed his cheek and walked out the door. She only had to walk nine blocks to get to work.

Being summer, the day was already starting to get hot. Even this early in the morning. He was glad there was no school. Not for a few more weeks anyway.

Mario rushed out back, thinking he’d finish repairing the fence before his friend Veto got there. They were going swimming in the river to enjoy the cool water. They went there everyday. He couldn’t let his mom know because she’d literally freak out. A-fraid he would drown. They were always swimming back and forth, crossing the river at will.

On Friday and Saturday nights, he would sneak out and meet with Veto at the river. Then they’d swim across to the Mexican side, climb up on a small ridge overlooking ‘Boys Town’ and watch the men go into the different bars to drink.

While fixing the fence, his mind wandered to last Saturday night. When they had been sitting on the ridge, watching the action at ‘Boys Town’. Some of the men they knew. They were neighbors in Presidio, fathers of their friends. They had sat on the ridge for hours, listening to the music and watching the men go outside with the women. To the rooms behind the bars.

You think they all charge the same? Mario had asked, curious after seeing a couple go into one of the rooms.

Yeah, that’s what Tino said. Except when they first get started. Said when they first get here, they charge $6 or $7 because everyone wants’ta try’em out! Veto had answered.

And the rest get five, right?

That’s what he said! He knows. He’s in there almost every night!

Mario was jolted back to the present by some noise inside the house. He had been reliving last Saturday night’s events. Then he heard the noise again. Someone was in the house. Walking in the back door, he saw his friend Veto looking out the window with a sack in his hand and coming in the living room.

"Whatcha got there? And why are you coming in through the front door anyway? Asked Mario.

I wanted to see if anyone was following me. Here, look at what I’ve got! He shoved the paper sack into Mario’s hands. Mario took it.

Damn, it sure smells! Mario opened it and looked inside. That’s what I thought it was. He had seen small amounts but never this much. Where’d you get it? Is it yours? Did you find it? Or what? Mario was curious, he wanted to know. Then he told him, Ya don’t have to be scared! Nobody knows whatcha were carrying. unless they got close to ya and smelled it! He laughed. Hey, can ya talk?

Yeah! Yeah, I had ta hurry. Didn’t want anyone ta see me. They gave it to me last night! I was at the river, trying to catch some fish, when they drove up. You shoulda seen all the sacks they brought across! Anyway, they told me to watch the road coming out of Ojinaga and to make sure no one was coming while they crossed everything. Then they gave me $20. But before they crossed, he asked me if I smoked weed. I lied and said I did. Don’t ask me why! I guess I just wanted them to think I was cool. He opened one of the sacks and gave me all this! Said it should keep me in smoke for awhile. Can ya believe that? I didn’t sleep all night! What are we gonna do with it? Then he excitedly added, "Hey, I remember your primos wanted some last time they came. We’ll sell it to ’em and split da money, okay?"

Wait a minute! Just hold on. Said Mario. Let’s hide it first. Here’s a plastic bag. Let’s put it in there so it won’t smell’sa damn much! Help me. Hold that. Man, that’s a lot! He emptied the sack into the plastic bag.Do ya know if it’s good, Veto? We gotta find out! Here, take this. We’ll get someone to try it. He handed him a little bud.

Okay, there it is! Exclaimed Mario, folding the top of the plastic bag. Then he looked around.

Give me that tape on the shelf. He sat down to tape it when Veto handed it to him.Come on! He grabbed the bag and went out the back door.

In the chicken coop, he handed the bag to Veto. Here, hold it! Mario said and then climbed up to the ceiling, holding on to the rafters. Hand it to me! He then slid the bag in between some boards he’d put up there so they’d be out of the way.

He jumped down and looked up. There! A good place, huh? He laughed. Even the chickens can’t reach it! Wouldn’t want any stoned chickens, would we? Laughing, he looked at Veto. Come on, you still look scared! Let’s get some iced tea. Then he closed the door after his friend stepped out.

Wow! This is good shit! Exclaimed Danny. Ya got anymore ya wanna sell? He was grinning from ear to ear at his friends.

Naw! Responded Veto. That’s all he gave me. I just didn’t wanna throw it away. So I brought it for ya. It’s good, huh? Then he looked at Mario, who was watching their friend smoke the joint, and winked at him.

Hell yeah! Said Danny. Damn good! I haven’t smoked anything this good in quite awhile! Ya oughta try it. Don’t know whatcha missing! Slowly, he got up and looked at them. Ain’t you guys gonna jump in the water today? He was used to seeing them in there everyday.

Mario jumped up, I’ve got to fix a few things at the house so my mom won’t get mad. Come on, Veto. Mrs. Ramirez should have some tacos ready. I’m starving, and since ya buying, I’m ready! I must have caught some of that smoke because I’ve got the munchies! They all broke out laughing.

Mario started walking, with Veto following him. Even though Veto was almost two years older than he was, he still let Mario set the pace and followed him around. Veto was also a little shorter and heavier than his friend.

Let’s go take care of those munchies! Veto told him playfully.

Looks to me like ya got a little of that smoke yourself. Responded Mario, thinking that at least he didn’t look pale and scared anymore. Like the way he’d shown up this morning.

After they had plenty to eat, Veto paid Mrs. Ramirez. Then they walked over to the grocery store, bought a couple of sodas, and got change to call Mario’s primos in Odessa.

Naldo, his younger primo, answered after the first ring. It’s me. Mario. How is everyone?

Mario. What the hell ya doing calling? Did something happen? Asked Naldo.

No, Naldo, nothing happened! Don’t tell anyone I called. Remember whatcha wanted the last time you came? I have some, about a kilo! He was afraid to say too much over the phone.

Is it any good? Or do ya know? Naldo knew his primo didn’t smoke.

It’s badass! Believe me!

Can ya bring it? I want some for me and Johnny, and I can sell the rest quick!

I don’t think Mom’ll let me go. What could I tell her?

I know what I can do! Naldo answered excitedly. Let me take care of that! You’ll bring it though, right?

Sure, if she’ll let me go. I’ll go take it. I’m not scared! That wasn’t entirely true, but he’d do it if he had to. He needed the money. He’d been thinking of some way to help his mom for quite awhile. She worked too much, six days a week. He couldn’t help thinking that maybe, just maybe, this could be how.

Afterward, sitting under one of the trees in the backyard, he looked at his friend. Veto.

Yeah.

You asleep?

I’m talking, ain’t I?

We gotta weigh it to know how much it is. Ya hear me?

Now how are we gonna do that? We ain’t got a scale!

I’m thinking, I’m thinking! Said Mario.

Then he excitedly told him, I know what we’ll do! We’ll wrap it up good, like we’re gonna mail it to someone. Then ya take it to the post office and tell’em ya need to know how much it weighs to know how much postage is needed to mail it.

Me? Why not you? You know how to do that kinda thing better than I do. Why don’t you go? I’ve already carried it across town to get it here! It’s your turn now! Exclaimed Veto.

I would, but I can’t! The lady at the post office knows my mom. They talk all the time! She would ask her about it the next time she saw her. What would I tell Mom then? No, buddy, you’re gonna be the one to do it! But don’t worry, we’ll fix it up good. It won’t smell at all! Mario was adamant.

Man, I don’t know why I let ya talk me into all this shit! Responded Veto, I knew I should’ve gotten rid of it this morning! Hell, I coulda sold it and wiped my hands clean of the whole damn mess! But no! Like a dummy, I brought it here. Wrap it up whatever you’re gonna do with it!

If it’ll make ya feel any better, I have to carry it on the bus all the way to Odessa. But chill out! I know it’s gonna be worth it!

Hearing that, Veto felt better. Well, let’s hurry up before your mom comes home.

When he got back from the post office, Veto walked inside the house and saw his friend had been waiting for him. It’s $1.82 to mail it. That’s how much it’ll take in stamps. Weighs thirty-eight ounces! I almost ran out the door when she told me! Man, that’s a lot of weed, Veto told him and looked relieved to be back.

Mario couldn’t help but laugh at what his friend had done. Then he thought, I’d better laugh now because, once we figure how I’m gonna get this to Odessa, I’ve got a feeling it ain’t gonna be too damn funny.

Okay, Said Mario, You’ve done your part. The rest is up to me. Here’s some iced tea. Let me go put this back with the chickens, Taking the bag outside.

Well, that’s a surprise! Said Carmen, Seeing you two sitting here in the living room, not out running around! You must be up to something. She laughed. She had just walked in. "I’m tired, mijo. You don’t mind waiting a little while for supper, do ya?" She did look tired.

"I’m not even hungry yet, viejita. Go ahead and lie down for awhile. I know you’re tired. I can see it." He hated to see her looking this way.

Knowing how his friend felt, Veto got up and said, "Go ahead and rest while Mario and I go to Ojinaga to bring back some carnitas. On me! He smiled at her. I eat with ya guys almost everyday. I did some work yesterday, so I’ve got a little money. This is the least I can do!" Walked to the door, waving at Mario to join him.

"I almost forgot, mijo. Naldo called me at work this afternoon and said that band ya like so much is playing in Odessa Saturday night and that since you always went out of your way to make sure they had a good time everytime they came. They wanna pay for ya this time and are willing to buy ya the round-trip bus ticket, plus the ticket to go see the band! Let me tell ya, that boy can be persistent! Exclaimed Carmen. But if ya wanna go, ya can go with my blessings. His father, my elder brother, Nacho, is gonna call me in the morning so I can let him know whatcha decided."

Will ya be okay by yourself? Asked Mario.

I’ll be fine. I hate to letcha go! Said Carmen, smiling at him, To let ya outa my sight! But you haven’t done anything this summer as far as having any fun. So if ya wanna go, it’s okay with me. I have a few dollars set aside ya can take with ya. Go ahead and go enjoy yourself before school starts again.

"Are ya sure you’ll be okay by yourself, viejita?"

"Yes, mijo. You’ll be going early Saturday morning and come back Sunday evening. I believe I can manage. Go have a good time."

"Okay, but I’ll be worrying about ya the whole time, viejita," Mario told his mother and hugged her.

Early Saturday morning, Mario kissed his mom good-bye and got on the bus, carrying his small suitcase. He placed it on the shelf provided over the seats. Then he sat down and waved out the window at his mother.

I’m gonna do it, he thought excitedly. This may be how I’ll be able to help her. Selling this weed isn’t really hurting anyone. He was trying to justify what he was doing.

Mmm, you were sho right! Exclaimed Naldo, enjoying what his primo had brought. Damn good stuff! It’ll go fast. Man, if ya can get any more weed like this, we’ll take all ya can bring us!

Yeah! Naldo’s elder brother, Johnny, jumped in. I know a lot of guys who’d buy pounds of this shit! He was nineteen years old. attending the community college in Odessa. How old are ya, Mario? He asked him.

Almost fourteen! Why?

You sure act a lot older than that. Must be the water in Presidio. Johnny laughed.

Yeah, Naldo laughed and joined in. They add a little tequila from Ojinaga to give it a little flavor!

When he climbed on the bus Sunday afternoon, he felt like a rich man. He’d never imagined having $360 in his pocket. He’d enjoyed listening and watching his favorite band play, but in reality, it was nothing compared to getting this much money. Also, much to his relief, he’d gotten his primos to agree to come to Presidio next time. He could hardly wait to get to Veto to see about getting more weed.

"Mijo, mijo, did ya have a good time? Carmen had been waiting for him, like he knew she would. Did ya eat alright? Did ya miss me? Ay, you look older and in just two days. I’m not letting ya go again. I miss ya too much." Her eyes were watery. He could see she’d really missed him.

"I missed ya too, viejita. Mario hugged her and kissed her cheek. Come on, let’s go home. I’m starving, missed your cooking. Got any tortillas made?"

I just made’em. I knew you’d want some. Said Carmen, backing away from him. You look more and more like your father everyday. Then she took his hand and started walking home. She was happy to have her son back.

They walked a little ways before he pulled his hand loose and put his arm around her shoulder. He was getting a little too old for that hand holding.

When Veto got in Mario’s house the next morning, the first thing he saw was the money laid out on the kitchen table. "Dios mio! That’s a lota moola! How much are ya gonna give me, man?" He asked, staring at the money.

Half of it’s yours. Ya know that. But let’s use it to make more. Can ya get some more weed? They want some more, but it has’ta be good. You shoulda seen’em. They loved that shit. Said Mario.

Sure glad they liked it. Yeah, I know where the guy lives. I can go see if he’s got any more or can get some more. They really liked it, huh? Veto asked excitedly. Tell me all about it. Man, were there a lotta girls? Do they really check everything at the checkpoint? Do they make ya get off the bus?

Whoa, slow down. Mario Laughed, I’ll tell ya all about it on the way to the river. Let me put this money aside and we’ll go. Then he stopped and turned to look at his friend. Wait, wait. First of all, it’s okay with you, right? I wanna be sure this is what ya wanna do too.

Man, ya know damn well I’ll go along with whatever ya wanna do. You’re da boss. Let’s go. The water’s waiting on us. Veto responded and jumped out of the chair, running to the door. Mario quickly put the money aside and followed. He was anxious to get in the water too.

After supper, he heard Veto’s whistle out back. So he ran out the back door to see what he’d found out.It’s about time! Grandma was slow, but hell, she was ninety years old! Mario kidded Veto.

Grandma, grandma! You’re always talking about her! You’re always in a hurry to do everything. Slow down, man!

Let me finish telling ya about Grandma. Mario was on a roll and wasn’t about to be stopped. She was old and slow, but when we bought her a brand new pair of tennis shoes. Guess what? She outran everyone on the block!

They were both laughing hard when they looked up and saw Carmen standing at the back door. Looking at them, smiling. and shaking her head.

Okay, here’s the deal, Said Veto. Armando, that’s his name. Just found out myself. Anyway, he’s got plenty of that same stuff! We can get it for $40 a kilo. I checked around, and it usually goes for $50 or $60 a kilo. So that’s a good price! You and I can easily cross it!

Okeydokey, that’s what we want! Can we get it tonight? Asked Mario. He didn’t want to waste any time.

Yep! I thought that’s what you’d want, so I told him we’d be there tonight. Veto laughed.

We can buy nine with the money we’ve got. I checked, and a kilo’s a little less than thirty-six ounces. We’ll call it thirty-five for now. We have to know what we’re getting in kilos ’cause we’ll be selling in pounds, Replied Mario.

Veto looked at his friend and grinned. One thing about ya, boss. You will do your homework! I wanna make one thing clear though, I’m not gonna go back to that damn post office! So how are we gonna get it weighed?

"Well, little buddy, I’m way ahead of ya on that! I told my primos that if things worked out as I had planned and called ’em to come, they should buy us one of those cheap scales ya know, the ones that weigh up to twenty-five pounds. So how’s them apples?" Mario smugly told him.

Man, that’s good! I’ll thank’em when they get here. It’ll save me a trip ta the damn post office!

That night, Mario and Veto crossed the river and ran to Armando’s house in Ojinaga. When he opened the door, they shook hands with him and another man who was there with him. They assumed they were brothers because of the resemblance between them.

They got what they paid for in a cotton sack. Then they headed back to the river, taking turns carrying it and having to hide a couple of times from headlights heading in their direction.

At the river, they sat down to rest while they waited for the border patrol to make their routine run along the river. The boys knew they usually went by every hour, so they waited, knowing that once they drove by, the coast would be clear to cross anything for about an hour.

After the border patrol went by, they crossed on a small boat, tied at the edge of the river, to keep the weed from getting wet and then returned it. As far as they knew, everybody used the boat but always replaced it so others could use it.

They quietly made it into the chicken coop, careful not to spook the chickens. They placed the weed in the hiding place they’d prepared earlier up on the rafters and then they left.

It was still early because Mario saw his mom still watching television when he went up to the window to check if she’d heard them.

So far, so good. Mario shook Veto’s hand.

What are we gonna do? It’s still early, man. Let’s go buy a Coke if the store’s still open. Said Veto.

Might be, if we hurry. Come on! Mario yelled and took off running. He could sure use one after all that work.

Drinking their Cokes on the way back, they saw a couple of guys they knew, going to the back of one of the houses.

They’re gonna see Amelia again, Veto said and slowed his walk.

Amelia? The retarded girl? Asked Mario. Why would they go see her?

Haven’t ya heard? As long as they give her money for the snow cone truck, she lets’em do anything they want to her!

Ya mean they fuck her for a dime? For just a dime? Naw, come on! He found that hard to believe.

Man, I’m telling ya! Exclaimed Veto, That’s what they’re doing right now! She’ll let anybody for a dime!

She’s what, seventeen or eighteen years old and does have a good-looking ass. Are ya serious? Don’t be bullshitting me! Said Mario, sounding interested.

It’s true! Hey, it sounds like ya want some! Veto told him, laughing. Ya wanna go over there? Come on, let’s go see her! He wanted to go.

Mario stopped walking and looked at him, Naw man, you’re crazy! She’s retarded!

"So what? They say pussy is pussy! I never had any. Neither have you. Although I’ve seen ya with your prima Juanita! What’s with her anyway? You’d think you two were together the way she rubs against ya! Man, I’ve seen her! That gal’s got the hots for ya! Everytime she comes, she hugs ya and rubs against ya like it’s going outa style!" Exclaimed Veto.

"I don’t know! I really don’t know what’ta think. Yeah, she does get a little carried away sometimes, doesn’t she? But she’s my prima, so I try not to think like’at."

"Man, ya can’t help but think like’at! I know what I’ve seen. Besides, I’ve heard that’s what primas are for, ta practice on! Veto said and laughed. And if ya ask me, ya wouldn’t have any trouble getting her to practice with ya, man!"

Boy, sometimes I wonder about ya, Mario said and took off walking again. He hadn’t been completely honest with him, he was thinking. He sure wouldn’t mind trying Amelia out. He’d been thinking about doing that with anybody quite a bit lately, especially after the nights they sat across from ‘Boys Town’, watching all the action. Something was changing in him. He’d thought about it and finally realized that it came with growing up.

Hey, it’s not too late yet! Mario told him and stopped walking. Let’s go back to the pay phone outside the store.

"To call your primos? Why didn’t ya say so when we were there? Now I’m wondering about you! But they do say Amelia’s pretty damn good!" Then he started laughing. He’d seen his friend deep in thought. Hell, thought Veto, what else could he be thinking about? After the phone call, he was gonna check out Amelia. If his friend didn’t want to, that was fine with him.

Mario hung up the phone and turned to Veto. They’ll be here Friday night. Let’s go! And he began walking.

Veto caught up to him. Look, if ya don’t want to. That’s cool! But I do! Go with me to Amelia’s so ya can watch out for her mom.

Okay, but ya know how mean her mom is. She was well known in the neighborhood for letting different men spend the night and for her mean temper. Rumor was that. when Amelia was a baby, she had been crying and her mother had hit her until she stopped. But there had been too many hits to the head and they claimed that was why she was retarded. She could still do just about anything, clean the house, cook and take care of the kids. There were seven others.

They went to the back of the house. Mario stayed by the shed while Veto went to the kitchen window, knocked and waved at her to come out. She came out and walked to the shed.

She’s not bad looking, thought Mario.

She walked up to them. Do ya wanna fuck? Ya have money?

Yeah, Veto said and cleared his throat.

You first! She grabbed Mario’s hand and pulled him into the shed. She stepped in toward the back and pulled her dress up under her underarms to keep it from falling back down. Then she pulled her panties down around her knees and held out her hand, looking at him.

This wasn’t what he had intended to do, but he now had a boner which was not about to take no for an answer. He got a dime out of his pocket and with his hand shaking like crazy, held it out for her.

Okay, She said as she walked up to him and took the coin, Put it in.

He had pulled his pants and shorts down, so he placed his boner in between her legs and started humping. He thought it was feeling pretty damn good, considering it was his first time to do it.

Then suddenly, she reached down and got ahold of him to put him in a spot that was wet, and he slid right in.

Damn, he thought, so that’s where it goes! He felt chills run up and down his body. He’d never felt this good in his life. Then an explosion of pleasure overwhelmed him. He squeezed her tightly and struggled to keep his balance as his orgasm slowly faded.

She got some tissue paper from her bra and wiped him and then herself. Call ya friend, She told