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Chapter 11 by Hyrkan Hyrkan

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Discharge from hospital

Then he remembered that the name was Tyrone Millers, his biggest enemy at junior high school. Well, to be precise, a bully at that time. He made his junior high school life hell. He has been humiliated and mocked dozens of times. Three years of **** until he was released. John begged his parents to go to a prestigious, expensive high school to stay away from bullies. The last news he heard about Tyrone got into a fight and got kicked out of school.Impossible, now his mother is the mother of Tyrone.

The next day you prepare to be discharged from the hospital. From nurse Kelly you know that all the treatment costs have been handled by Dr. Percy. Nurse Kelly tries to call your home number for your mom to pick you up, but after a few tries still no answer you decide to go home alone.

Take your taxi to the edge of town. Your family decided to move to a rather quiet area about three years ago. Your dad said to relieve stress because of the density of cities and closer to nature. Your mother who belongs to the Green Earth Club of course agrees.

Arriving at your house, you are surprised by the state of your home page. The tall green grass was not cut. the trees are allowed to grow neglected so that the leaves are scattered. Your mother's favorite flower pots looks withered and many have died.

You are angry seeing what happened. These Moriah mills don't seem to be doing their part very well. You walk towards the door, being careful not to trip over a fallen tree branch.

"Hello is there anyone?" You knocked several times but no one answered. With encouragement you break down the door and make it in

"What the hell’s going on in here?” You asked, stumbling through to the living room.

His mom was on the couch, legs spread, large black dildo plunging in and out of her big pregnant loose pussy. Juices were splattered across the black leather, and her legs were kicked up on a coffee table that was covered in weed baggies, pipes, and ground and dried marijuana. Her body moved, seemingly of its own accord, as it ground against the black, almost ebony sex toy. With one hand she tugged on hee nipple , and with the other she smoked a large joint, blowing smoke into the air. Her hair was uncombed and haphazard around the edge of the couch; a black jet that contrasted heavily with the couch. Her eyes were glazed over and bloodshot, On the television, a large breasted blonde woman was being fucked by four black dudes at the same time

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