We went round to the flat, it was basic with a communal kitchen for the six flats on that floor, she looked around and was saying she needed this and ...hat to make it homely, then she put on her puppy dog eye’s, “Can we get some thing now please dad, we can then bring my thing down next week” we went out and got what she wanted, then set to cleaning the place, it had been empty for six months so was a little dusty and the windows needed a good clean, before we knew it was nearing 9pm and we had. Those thoughts, however, were interrupted by a high pitched shriek.A shriek he only knew could only belong to one person: Dorianna.She had all of a sudden appeared in the doorway. Myron quickly covered the bulge in his jeans with the open diary."What the hell?!" Dorianna screamed."Dee, look. I just came in here to look for my charger..." he began.She pointed the finger at the diary and yelled, "Well that's not it!"Fuming, Dorianna marched over and attempted to pry the diary from his hands. He. Martha calls it something else. Wicked. But they're different." How?"Ronnie thought momentarily, her eyes on mine. "Wicked is more physical. Earthy. Hot. Dark is romantic. Sublime. More of an idea than an act. More spontaneous. It depends on your mood. It's a different mood altogether." She glanced at Martha. "I tend to be dark. Martha tends to be wicked." She glanced at Martha again and she smiled. She crushed out her cigarette and got off the bed and smiled, carrying the ash tray to the night. Juices was leaking down his son’s cock and both of them were moaning and grunting. As she was doing most of the work, up and down, up and down, she wasn’t going all the way down. It appeared she couldn’t hold all his cock. He was hitting bottom, but she loved it.He didn’t know what to do. He and his wife had not had a good sex life for some time now but he could see she was getting what she wanted now. She was happy and her son seemed to be happy. Well, hell. How about him. He knew what to.