The experience was oddly titillating. She shook hands and posed for photographs, all the while remembering the way he’d bent her over the sales counter and made her beg. Her pulse rushed just thinking about it. “What are you smiling at?” Mom snapped...
Why, you ask? Just take your pick. For starters, a week had passed since his mom’s brownie ambush, and she’d been so far up his ass the whole time that Trey could stunt double for the Asian guy in Human Centipede. It hadn’t taken long for Mom to find out about Sex in the Sticks, and the nag-a-tho...