Damn! I curse to myself.His hands keep groping at me and I can feel his boney fingers squashing my soft flesh.“Oh what beauties!” he says and star...s to lift my top.I open my mouth to speak and he grabs my throat squeezing it and pushing me against the wall. I am totally taken aback by his strength, thinking crap I’ve under estimated him.He looks me in the eyes while holding my throat tight in his hand and says “I said you only get to scream you little slut ! You may gasp, cry, scream and. At conversational level, I could let the shower overshadow the conversations inside. My girls had learned to talk in whispers to be careful. I frowned.“Did Kia go to Reggie’s room?” I worried, focusing on Pat to keep my head out of the circus behind me.“No.” She shook her head. “She didn’t want to risk being overpowered by boys. She went into the box overhead. Below us are 9-1s and above us are 8-2s.”I wondered if there were 10-0s, but I couldn’t imagine it. I tilted back and looked up. We. She swallowed Brandon’s cock, sucked on his head, licked his piss-slit and tongued his balls.“Shit, Mrs. Robinson!” Brandon said. “Slow down, you’re going to make me cum!”Making him cum was Mrs. Robinson’s intention. She wanted a mouthful of Brandon’s sweet, teenage, cream. She had been thinking about it since morning; how his cum would spurt forcefully from his cock, the thick, gooey consistency, how she would roll it around on her tongue, best of all, the sweet, salty taste splashing on her. ”“She’ll just say great, go.”“No, she wrecked the marriage but she stays in the wreckage for economic security. Tell her it’s time she leaves the house. Tell her to go and live with her true love because she’s ruined the marriage you gave her. Say it calmly. Never raise your voice, don’t engage in conversation. Only talk about the kids, household stuff and finances. If she asks why you don't want to talk, tell her you've departed from the wrecked marriage, the marriage she crashed. Remind.