Good Directions Billy Currington Novels & Stories

Billy letting the others have a moment to take in the incredible sight of his stepmother before he sent her off to get them all another beer, even though their current one’s had been barely touched. “This is the best Billy!” said Clint, “you fucking rule man!” “Hell yeah!” agreed Dougie. “How would you like her to suck your cock?” Billy asked them. After seeing Billy’s hot stepmother strip off and let them play with her tits, Dougie and Clint thought that nothing could surprise them again. They were wrong. “You’re shitting us?” Clint said in disbelief, although everything he had seen so far suggested that Billy was deadly serious. “How would you like to fuck her?” Billy asked.

Billy's already standing outside, cigarette in hand and leaning up against one of his dad's expensive cars when we get to his, his face breaks out into a wide grin and he tosses his fag down, stepping on it as he makes his way over to us. "Morning all." He calls as he slides in beside me. "How is everyone this beautiful day?" "You're very happy." I say and his eyes sparkle with glee. "Why wouldn't it be? It's a beautiful day, I'm with my mates and we've got the go ahead to start shit with the posh twats. If I get a shag afterwards it'll be like my best day ever." I start laughing and Aurora turns around to fix us both with her bossy serious face.

The notion made Colton pale, hand instinctively reaching into his pocket to call Kate, to make sure she was okay. Brown hair came back into view, momentarily distracting him from his spiraling thoughts. The large tattoo on her forearm became visible as she clambered up the half-bricked wall, slipping between the gap in the fence. It was Georgia. “What the fuck are you doing?” Colton muttered, watching with narrowed eyes as Georgia straightened herself up, swiveling around quickly as if to ensure she was undetected. “You won’t see shit out that window, son,” Billy grumbled, slapping the box of KFC on the table and sinking into a seat. The plastic creaked beneath his hefty weight as he continu

"Mr. Montana" Billy rushed to the backyard with a hint of urgency. The moment Augustin saw Billy, he understood that something is wrong. But he doesn't want to stress Shelby. She is really good at playing cards, and he didn't mind losing to her at her. And she was laughing all the while.

"And I ain't got time to fuck around here while you get your rocks off thinkin' about it. We gonna do business, or what?" "Yeah, sure," Billy said. "You got the piece with you?" "It's out in my saddle bags," Moose replied. "What about the stuff you're supposed to have for me?" "It's out in my pickup," Billy said. "Come on." The three of us in the van watched the video monitor and saw Billy and Moose emerge from the club. The started across the parking lot, headed in the direction of the van. "Damn!" Richard said. "The little asshole's making it easy for us. The closer he gets, the better the tape's gonna be."