It is difficult being a single, divorced lady with a teenage daughter. Kristyna‘s on the phone with a friend, bemoaning the difficulties of child-rearing.
“I execrate to say this,” 43-year-old Kristyna says. “She’s my daughter. Well, she’s turning into a wench.”
Suddenly, Kristyna hears smth going on upstairs, and when that babe investigates, she finds Asante, practically stripped, lying in her daughter’s couch.
“Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my daughter’s room?” Kristyna asks.
“Your daughter said I could crash here,” this gent says.
“Did you and my daughter screw?”
“Yeah. Just a little bit.”
A little bit? “How does one copulate a little bit?” Kristyna wonders.
“She just has a thing for darksome fellows,” Asante explains. “She likes ’em big.”
What does this chab mean by large? And how big?
Well, like daughter, love Mamma, Kristyna is about to inspect.