Roberta Jean was a tough broad – and ruthless to boot.

Sheree was petite, and would have been no match for Roberta Jean Richardson in a fair fight. For that matter, Harvey Henderson did not know what he would do if he ran into his ex-girlfriend in a dark alley.

She was pissed at him, Roberta Jean was. He didn't have to worry about the tough broad carrying a weapon.

Roberta Jean Richardson did not need a weapon. Roberta Jean Richardson WAS a weapon, you understand.

"Are you horny, Sheree?" Harvey Henderson inquired.

"Of course, I am. I WANT to get it on, I'm just scared – scared of the consequences, Harvey," Sheree said.

"Let's fuck!"

"I can't. I'm having my period," Sheree Messmer said.

"Shit!"

"You act as if it's my fault or something," she said.

"No, no, no, it's not your fault. You know, I'm just…"

"Frustrated?"

"Yeah."

"I'll tell you what, I'll just suck you off, Harvey!"

"Okay!"

Harvey Henderson's eyes lit up. His eyes opened so far, as a matter of fact, that one could see the whites all the way around his irises.

"Ummmmm, look at the crotch of your trousers!" she said.

"What about it?" Harvey Henderson asked. He was breathing very hard. It was as humid as a jungle in the backseat of that LTD. The air was carbon dioxide rich and oxygen-light, making the pair dizzy.

They thought they were dizzy with lust. Being horny did not hurt the light-headedness they were experiencing, however.

"There is a big bulge there!" Sheree Messmer exclaimed.

"My cock feels so swollen, Sheree," Harvey Henderson said.

It was true. Harvey Henderson had a full-fledged boner crammed inside his increasingly tight bluejeans.