“That I am Brother, that I am,” he says smilin’When we pull up to the store we all back in side by side and head in, the woman’s face is priceless when she sees the four of us walk in “c.. c.. ca.. can I h.. hel.. help you gentlemen” she stutters as we crowd her“Need new black button-downs,” Saint tells her, and she looks at the four of us like she’s not sure if we're gonna rob her or if we really are customers, her stutter giving her away at how scared she is“O..of..of course special occasion?”“Funeral,” Saint tells her and she goes into sales women mode“Right follow me,” she says takin’ us to a part of the store with loads of shirts in packets and ones on the rack “if you need any help just ask,” she says still looking scared, I go through them even though I know I’m just pickin’ a plain black one nothin’ special“Damn, I don’t know if I should get this one or this one” Cookie says, holding up two shirts and I shake my head at him (fuckin’ dumbass)“Fuckhead, nobody gives a shit what you look like everyone’s gonna be lookin’ at me anyway,” Slice says Cookie givin’ him the finger“Should have hit you harder when you were runnin’ for your Cut asshole” Slice laughs giving him the finger back“Will you two just pick a fuckin’ shirt already,” I told them over this shit already, they argue more than two bitches fightin’ over dick. The bell dings and I turn seein’ a woman walks in and looks around when she sees us she smiles walkin’ over to us her tits sittin’ high in her shirt and with every step her hips swing“Heads up boys,” Cookie says, the women smilin’ at us“Hi Saint,” she says, and I look at his face, he has no idea who she is “don’t remember me huh” Saint looks her up and down“Have we fucked?” he asks her, but she shakes her head“No”“Then how the fuck, do you know me,” she places her hand on Saint’s chest, but he grabs her wrist, a look of disgust on his face. “Bitch, did I say you could touch me,” he pushes her back, but not enough that she’ll fall, just enough for her to step back“Sorry, I just thought we could get to know each other that’s all,” she says poutin’, I roll my eyes why do bitches think that’s cute“Bitch, I don’t know who the fuck you are, so why would I want to get to know you” she smiles at him not gettin’ the hint he’s not interested“Zoey and I used to know each other, Lisa,” she says, Saint just shakes his head“Nope, don’t remember you.”“That’s why you should get to know me, I’m a lot of fun” Cookie steps closer smilin’“Fun, huh,” he says, and the chick turns smilin’ even wider at him“Hi, I’m Lisa,” she says, holding out her hand, Cookie takes it kissing it like he’s some kind of fuckin’ Romeo“Have you partied with us before?” he asks her moving behind her, and he looks at Slice and me“No,” she says, and he smiles looking up with fuck me eyes“You wanna start?” he asks her, and she turns her head lookin’ at him, nodding her head, we all hand Saint our shirts and head into the changing room.As Slice closes the door I look at Cookie “Head or cunt” I ask him, and he looks down“Cunt” I pull my dick out, and she starts to suck my dick“What do I get?” Slice whines like a bitch and Cookie and I both say at the same time“Hand” he grumbles pullin’ his dick out, and she reaches up rubbin’ his dick as Cookie pulls his dick out coverin’ it. He pulls her already short skirt up and pulls her panties off shovin’ them into his pocket, he’s always had a thing about souvenirs. As he slams into her, she’s thrust forward on my dick, I ram into her greedy mouth grabbin’ her by the hair and holdin’ her in place as I fuck her mouth.“Fuck she’s greedy for my dick.” She sucks in her cheeks, and I pull her down more onto my dick holdin’ her there, she takes me all the way down her throat, and I reach around and feel my dick. “Damn, she can suck dick,” I tell Cookie as he slams into her over and over and I feel my balls tingle, and I explode into her mouth holding her in place as I release my load. I step back, and Slice moves forward shovin’ his dick down her throat groanin’“Fuck she can suck dick, what’s her pussy like?” he asks Cookie“Hot,” he says, and he grunts thrustin’ faster than stoppin’ and steppin’ back “Fuck, I need a beer,” he says makin’ me laugh