(Wiley recalls meeting Billy and Bonnie in Brownsville, Texas).
I sat in the kitchen thinking about what I wanted to do. It had been four weeks since Madeline left me alone in Atlanta.
I read the note left by Madeline in which she stated that she was going to California with her new friend and hoped that I would understand. Her clothes and things were gone and a shoebox full of my money somehow went with her.
I wandered if she really thought or cared whether or not I understood.
Oh well, never trust a woman, my dear old pappy used to say. I didn't have a phone because people would know who you are if you had a phone. And since my business was growing pot in the upstairs room, I didn't want any one to trace it back to me.
So, I guessed Madeline was final. At least I didn't have to divorce her.
I met her in Dallas, Texas working as a dancer in a bar. My business at the time brought me to her place of employment.
I was hauling pot and whiskey from Brownsville to Houston and Dallas once a week. Every Sunday, I would meet Billy, a friend, in Brownsville, drive to an old warehouse and load up on bootleg whiskey and ten pounds of pot.
I drove an old 1956 Chrysler Windsor and cops never suspected that I hauled contraband in the large trunk.
It all started like this:
My first visit to Brownsville, I met lovely girl name Bonnie. She was a cocktail waitress in a honky-tonk bar. We hit it off right away just like two school kids with crushes.
She was wearing a tight t-shirt and hot-pants that showed just a little of her lower ass cheeks.
I asked her out on a date and she said great. Later she said pick her up after work at 12:30. Only thing, she had a roommate and she asked if I would care if her roommate watched us.
It took a moment to comprehend—gulp, no, she wasn't talking about a chaperone—she meant having sex while someone watched us. I didn't ask who her roommate was but gladly agreed to the arrangement.
Bonnie was about 30 years old--a dirty blond but she had nice tits that stood up proud under her t-shirt. And her ass would stop a train.
She didn't say much as we drove away from the bar smoking a joint and drinking beer from a can. She sat close to me and her hand stroked the outline of my cock straining inside my jeans.
When we arrived at her house, I was surprised to discover that her roommate was a man. She introduced us and excused herself to the bathroom.
His name was Billy. He didn't talk much and I became a little uncomfortable. Especially when Billy said that he and Bonnie were married.
We shared a doobie and I drank from a can of beer when Bonnie walked out dressed in a see through teddy top and small sheer panties. My tongue got hard looking at her.
Her little tummy protruded just slighly and her pubic hairs pooked out over the top revealed light brown hair.
"Did you two get along without me?" she asked.
Sure, I said not knowing what to expect.
"Honey, let me explain--Billy was in a car accident and he can't walk—you understand," she quizzed in her Texas drawl.
"I guess so," I said.
"Oh good, I hoped you would—so, do you want to fuck here or in the bedroom," she inquired.
Without giving me time to answer she pulled off her sheer top revealing her luscious pointy tits that resembled bumper guards on old Cadillac. She straddled my lap pushing her tits in my face.
I did what any red-blooded, horny, 21-year old boy would do. I sucked and played with her titties while she moaned and rubbed her butt on my crotch.
Abraham Lincoln could have been watching for all I cared. My cock was hard as wood and I wanted to fuck her.
I reached behind her and grabbed her butt cheeks—squeezing and massaging while my fingers could feel her hot and moist pussy under the thin panties.
I could smell her sweet pussy as she gyrated on my crotch. I mumbled something about how great her tits and ass were and she said what a nice boy I was to say so.
Somehow she helped me stand up and strip. My cock stood rigid and hard. It pointed straight out.
"Oh my, what big dick you have," she said admiringly while looking at her husband. She sat on the edge of the couch tugging on my cock. Her husband had a wide toothy grin on his face as her hands fondled my cock and balls.
