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  • Even though dope was preferred, deciding on a week’s worth of smokes in exchange for one shot in the arm was at least up for some debate. It also showed that she had made some progress being clean, the urge curly wasn’t as strong, and it was that false sense of accomplishment that made her think she deserved some sort of treat… so she handed my sister the hairy cunt money. Now $25 doesn’t sound like a lot, and it’s not… if you wanted one hit every couple of weeks, but when an addict wants it multiple times a month, then a week, then daily, it adds up.. And for a single mother of 2, or a girl just out of the school who can’t keep a job, it adds up quicker… Fast forward a couple months and my mom’s one time “treat” was now a weekly habit on the verge of becoming more frequent. The good news for her is, she’s Bushy a good mom, and has always put her responsibilities as a mother Indian before her desires as an addict, so since once a week is all she can afford, that’s all she allowed herself. There’s no booze in the house and she’s all but quit smoking, which is all fine, Hairiest Twats but that money is going in her arm now, which isn’t an improvement. My sister lost her job 2 weeks after starting to shoot up again. She quickly burned through whatever money she had left, and I thought this was going to be the end of it… if she’s not buying, then my mom will back off too and they’ll clean up (again). But one night she came home with a bag and my mom freaked out on her. “Where did you get it?! Where’d you get the money?!” She said, snatching the baggie away. I was sitting on the couch watching TV, just feet from them, desperation, it seems, had made them less discreet. “Kyle!” Furry Pussy My sister answered, taking the bag back. “And I didn’t use money.” Her voice dropped suggestively with the last word. “Then how’d you pay for it?” My mother demanded. My sister just looked down at her feet and shrugged. “Answer me dammit!” “I did stuff ok!?” “What did you do!?” My mom grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room, out of my sight, but not far enough. “God, I just sucked him off!” I heard my sister say defensively. There was more scolding and yelling. Sexual favors for drugs was clearly the line that my mother had never crossed before, and she was disgusted that her own daughter had done it, but it didn’t stop. For weeks my sister was still getting high, and hadn’t even bothered to look for a job, she didn’t need money anymore. My mother disapproved of course, but let it go. Now one of the problems with addictions is that they actually get worse over time. A person who has smoked for 30 years probably smokes more now than when they started. Donny groaned in pleasure as it went past snug and started to encroach on painful. Her hands were soft, but strong. She undid another button. Will you go with me?” “Are we negotiating, Bunny?” “Yes, negotiating and compromising, handsome.” All of us were still naked, as we could not find our dresses anywhere. “You know…… We can’t have you making a habit of hiring people, then having sex Hairiest Twats with them afterwards…….. She is, essentially, alone in this place. Katie lay down next to her boyfriend and raised her knees up, resting her feet on the edge of the bed. Seeing Rex smile at this, she felt herself become wet with anticipation. Cassy took a deep breath and nervously told Indian her stepfather about sex ed class and how her friends teased her about the fact she never saw a penis before. I ask the chauffeur if he knew where we were going. I laughed, blinking away the moisture. Somewhere Furry Pussy around his 6th or 7th eruption, he glanced at what he had created and the very attractive blonde haired beauty with her hair in pigtails was totally covered with his cum. Her beautiful Bushy comrades who before this fight alongside with him. hairy cunt I nibbled on her clit. I joined her, curly she sent me over the edge, and I saw stars. The answer to my prayers, I could drive my sister home, it would be faster, easier and I could bring the cart back the next day. I screeched, the pain lancing up the delicate broken bones, shooting from the tearing muscles, burning from the ripped tendons.