Even Harry had a family - albeit a vile one, but family nonetheless. Imogen had no one, and over the holidays, the Burrow had provided her with at lea...t a semblance of family life. Living under the Weasley's roof, helping out with making dinner and other chores, Imogen had become accustomed to taking direction from the elder Weasleys. Although of course she always called them 'Mr Weasley' or 'Mrs. Weasley', the day before she had almost called Mrs. Weasley 'mom' - a close call that made her. He did say he would be in the office on Thursday and had somethings he wanted to go over. I told him I would be there which seemed toat least appease him. I called one of local upscale resale shops and theyare coming over Wednesday to see about the furniture I wanted to get ridof. I also called the electric company and the cable company to getthings set up in my new apartment. As Beth was new to them, I told them Iwas recently divorced and starting over, they needed a deposit so I tookcare of. "Slowly, hesitantly, Carly moved to the big man. I bit my tongue, dreading what I was going to have to watch."Turn around bitch," Turk commanded, "and get closer." He stepped up behind Carly until his prominent erection was wedged against her ass."I ain't had nothing like you since I got out of stir, bitch," he said as he stuck his hand down Carly's blouse and hefted one of her big, milk-swollen tits. "I bet you like it rough, don't you?" Carly flinched but he grabbed her arm with his other. ‘Fuck… fuck…’ she whispered in a high-pitched squeal. Brian grabbed her by the hips and helped her along, fucking her from below as he pushed and pulled her entire form, making her tits bounce hard, spraying her sweat his own naked body and all over bedsheets. At last her legs clamped together around Brian’s abdomen, forcing her to a halt like a car hitting a telephone pole. She dug her fingernails into Brian’s sides and rode out the powerful aftershocks cascading up her torso—wham… wham….