So do you have any kids?"
She scooted over towards me with her phone in hand to show me pictures
"Yeah, a boy he's three" She slid her finger across the phone screen "and he's bad"
While scrolling she passed A picture of a man holding her son,
"That must be your man or baby's daddy?" I kindly asked
"Yeah, he's in jail now, hes doing 20 years in the Feds cause he just
couldn't leave them streets alone, I tried to change his ways but he did what he wanted"
"Damn, I tried to tell my young nigga, The streets don't love you, they just take you away from the people who do"
"I swear and that's what happened to us, I'm here to raise a little boy to be a man on my own"
The light went out again
"Them damn lights" I said
She laughed "I know it's already bad enough were stuck in a elevator, so anyways what about you Do you have a wife, girlfriend or someone you care for?"
"I talk to a few girls right now but I'm single as fuck"
"Oh okay playa playa; do you have any little ones?"
"Yeah two boys, Chris and Chance"
"Are they by the same mother?"
"Yeah, both from the same woman"
"Oh ok that's what's up
. Janet smacked her phone
"Shit!!!! I don't get no service in here"
"I got four percent of battery left, you can try to call her on my phone" I turned my phone on "What's your mom's number?"
"It's 4 1 2 7 1 2 4 3 2 6"
As she spoke I dialed the number
"Did you say 4 3 2 6?" I press the call then I slid the phone across the floor "here, you got to make it quick my phone about to tap out"
As soon as she picked the phone up off the floor it died immediately
"What the fuck, Your stupid phone died, what are we going to do?"
"I can try to push the doors apart"
I stood in front of the elevator doors; putting my fingers in between the cracks, I used every muscle in my arm to open the door but only being able to open it only about two inches; after trying for a few minutes i got frustrated and let go, I removed my white button up shirt then tried again, attempting to spread the doors apart again,
"When you think the briefcase can fit push it between the crack"
"Okay" she said grabbing hold of the briefcase. Moaning loudly she gripped the metal rail, while I took in a fistful of her hair not giving a damn if it was weave or not
. . She is still pretty pissed about what just happened but seems even more curious now
So do you have any kids?"
She scooted over towards me with her phone in hand to show me pictures
"Yeah, a boy he's three" She slid her finger across the phone screen "and he's bad"
While scrolling she passed A picture of a man holding her son,
"That must be your man or baby's daddy?" I kindly asked
"Yeah, he's in jail now, hes doing 20 years in the Feds cause he just
couldn't leave them streets alone, I tried to change his ways but he did what he wanted"
"Damn, I tried to tell my young nigga, The streets don't love you, they just take you away from the people who do"
"I swear and that's what happened to us, I'm here to raise a little boy to be a man on my own"
The light went out again
"Them damn lights" I said
She laughed "I know it's already bad enough were stuck in a elevator, so anyways what about you Do you have a wife, girlfriend or someone you care for?"
"I talk to a few girls right now but I'm single as fuck"
"Oh okay playa playa; do you have any little ones?"
"Yeah two boys, Chris and Chance"
"Are they by the same mother?"
"Yeah, both from the same woman"
"Oh ok that's what's up
. Janet smacked her phone
"Shit!!!! I don't get no service in here"
"I got four percent of battery left, you can try to call her on my phone" I turned my phone on "What's your mom's number?"
"It's 4 1 2 7 1 2 4 3 2 6"
As she spoke I dialed the number
"Did you say 4 3 2 6?" I press the call then I slid the phone across the floor "here, you got to make it quick my phone about to tap out"
As soon as she picked the phone up off the floor it died immediately
"What the fuck, Your stupid phone died, what are we going to do?"
"I can try to push the doors apart"
I stood in front of the elevator doors; putting my fingers in between the cracks, I used every muscle in my arm to open the door but only being able to open it only about two inches; after trying for a few minutes i got frustrated and let go, I removed my white button up shirt then tried again, attempting to spread the doors apart again,
"When you think the briefcase can fit push it between the crack"
"Okay" she said grabbing hold of the briefcase. Moaning loudly she gripped the metal rail, while I took in a fistful of her hair not giving a damn if it was weave or not
. . She is still pretty pissed about what just happened but seems even more curious now
So do you have any kids?"
She scooted over towards me with her phone in hand to show me pictures
"Yeah, a boy he's three" She slid her finger across the phone screen "and he's bad"
While scrolling she passed A picture of a man holding her son,
"That must be your man or baby's daddy?" I kindly asked
"Yeah, he's in jail now, hes doing 20 years in the Feds cause he just
couldn't leave them streets alone, I tried to change his ways but he did what he wanted"
"Damn, I tried to tell my young nigga, The streets don't love you, they just take you away from the people who do"
"I swear and that's what happened to us, I'm here to raise a little boy to be a man on my own"
The light went out again
"Them damn lights" I said
She laughed "I know it's already bad enough were stuck in a elevator, so anyways what about you Do you have a wife, girlfriend or someone you care for?"
"I talk to a few girls right now but I'm single as fuck"
"Oh okay playa playa; do you have any little ones?"
"Yeah two boys, Chris and Chance"
"Are they by the same mother?"
"Yeah, both from the same woman"
"Oh ok that's what's up
. Janet smacked her phone
"Shit!!!! I don't get no service in here"
"I got four percent of battery left, you can try to call her on my phone" I turned my phone on "What's your mom's number?"
"It's 4 1 2 7 1 2 4 3 2 6"
As she spoke I dialed the number
"Did you say 4 3 2 6?" I press the call then I slid the phone across the floor "here, you got to make it quick my phone about to tap out"
As soon as she picked the phone up off the floor it died immediately
"What the fuck, Your stupid phone died, what are we going to do?"
"I can try to push the doors apart"
I stood in front of the elevator doors; putting my fingers in between the cracks, I used every muscle in my arm to open the door but only being able to open it only about two inches; after trying for a few minutes i got frustrated and let go, I removed my white button up shirt then tried again, attempting to spread the doors apart again,
"When you think the briefcase can fit push it between the crack"
"Okay" she said grabbing hold of the briefcase. Moaning loudly she gripped the metal rail, while I took in a fistful of her hair not giving a damn if it was weave or not
. . She is still pretty pissed about what just happened but seems even more curious now
Classic sex scene Anna Obsessed (1977)