What Can Brown Do for You
12 year old Preston gets a chance to fuck Millie It began one fine day, as many things do, one peaceful, balmy, Atlanta morning. The sun shone in triumph on a small, Spartan, white, house with a front yard that was heavily spangled with lifeless, bare, earthen patches. It resembled nothing so much as a rapidly balding old man, and matters were not helped by the ancient, battered, sedan lying to the right of the walkway. Oil leaked from it like a dying animal’s blood. Worse still, no tires had graced that frame in an age. The scene was completed by a garage to the left of the walkway. It was covered in stains and scratches, but it proudly supported a raggedy basketball rim. This was the illustrious home of young Preston Drake, a tow-headed …