You can't stand that I don't do every little thing you say. You tried to control Mum too! That's why she left!”She was really surprised he didn't hi... her then. Instead, he just stared deeper into her eyes. He was boring through her skull into her deepest darkest thoughts. He looked angry, and almost sad, but there was something else too. She forced herself to look away. “I… I wanna go to bed. Please, just tell me off in the morning. I sure you'll have plenty to say.”She moved towards her. I watched in horror as Dad stepped in front of the deranged man. He has a gun, Dad! He wants to kill! My silent warning went unnoticed.Dad's mouth moved. I couldn't hear his words, but I could read his thoughts. He wanted to talk the man out of killing, somehow dampen his anger enough for the man to change his mind about committing the crime of passion. From my viewpoint, including not only the visual reference but also hearing the man's thoughts and feeling his emotions, whatever Dad was. The sound they made was wet and slick.“Yes god yes, work those beads” she yelled with her face buried in the sheets between my feet. I pulled the beads out then stuck them back in to the end slow as I could as she sat bolt upright clenching her tits and screamed at the top of her lungs as her cunt and anus contracted in a mind blowing orgasm, her third of the evening.“My turn I commanded as she was going limp from exhaustion on top. I pushed her to her hands and knees as I stood behind her ass. . make sure you get a good night’s rest. Geoff, I just have a feeling you’re gonna be needed big-time, tomorrow,” Coach called out to his three eleventh grade offensive threats, even though Geoff was a backup to Bruce Smythe.“I’ll be ready, if you need me, Coach,” Geoff Thrilwall confidently said. I’m pretty sure that was the first time that Coach specifically singled out number 83 for a comment like that, especially prior to such an important game. I also noted that that little exchange put a.