Her Tooter Liked the Rooter./ The Introduction of Ronnie Smith
	While the old lady was spending a weekend with that bitch sister of hers, I went out to Mayford's bar and picked up this trick to slip the ol' gutwrench to. I saw her before, stuffing biscuits to the stiffs down at the truck stop and thought how she might be a decent piece of ass. There was a couple of Mexicans trying to cock block me at first, but thanks to a couple of rednecks from two pews over, they were not around very long. The drinks those beaners fed her had done the trick for me. After a few bullshit lines, I had the chick gnawing my ear while burying two fingers in her tuna boat.      I took a sniff and it reminded me of sodie crackers and viennie's. No eating out at the Bearded Clam tonight! I took her back to the house and made out a little. Had her shirt off and she started whining about doing it on a soft bed. I didn't want to take her there because the old lady didn't pick the fucking room up before she left. I had to kick some of her drawers under the bed to clean off a place to bang this road whore.      I had an ankle in each hand, just a driving away, when she brought it to my attention that she was ready to get it from the backside. I was starting to get a soft spot for this broad until I rolled her over and noticed she had a nice crop of hair around her asshole. I tried to look away while fucking her, but it kept calling to me. I'd look at it from the sides of my eyes where the damn thing started puckering out like a rosebloom. I didn't know what to do but poke my thumb in it, which made this bitch moan. I worked that chute over until she wanted the cock. I don't know what they put in those fucking biscuits, but this girl knew how to work an ass. Ol' Ronnie had a conniption!      This damn girl wasn't done, so I had to stick two fingers in her snatch and that thumb back in her ass to finish her off. I slept like a baby to wake up to her stirring around the place. Those silent moments the morning after bother most people. Me, I just screw a Marlboro Menthol in the ol' lips and watch cartoons. The woman didn't say bye, see ya later or fuck you! I figured she may have been hitched too and maybe riddled with guilt. Who knows and who gives a fuck, I got a load of sheets to wash before the old lady comes home.      Anyway, the fucked up part is I go back to that truck stop. Joke with that girl about getting a little more of that surf and turf special and the bitch runs me out of that place. Didn't even give me my damn biscuit! Skank slut!