. Shopping... thedomestic chores Tammy performed were integral to the running of thehouse.Tammy had not thought much on this before. As John she had e...pected Tammyto do her due. She had not realised exactly what Tammy did. It wasarduous, repetitive and time consuming work. Everything needed to be putin its place.She moved from one room to the next. She vacuumed, mopped, scrubbed,dusted, disinfected, sorted, unloaded, loaded, hang, stacked, folded,ironed, took stock, made lists, rearranged and. ”She clenched her fists and slammed them down on my desk. “It wasn’t just a detached dispassionate act, you felt something for her.”It took me several seconds to formulate my response. “We had a connection and I did feel something for her.”“You bitch,” she snarled, “how could you do this to me?”Now tears were streaming down her face. I’d tried to be patient and understanding with her, but I wasn’t going to tolerate this type of disrespect from anyone, much less her. All I saw was red and I. Saturday was baseball at the open field near the foundry.We used to gather every Saturday at 9 and choose teams. My mom made us fold laundry and clean a room every Saturday. we would switch rooms, but we all had to do it. This unfortunately made my brothers and I late every week. Sometimes we didn't get to play, but we showed up and paired off with some friends after the game and did other things together.One Saturday my buddy Gary (who's cock i had regularly been sucking showed up with his. I gently rubbed her clit and sucked on her tiny tits, which made her gasp with pleasure. I could feel her pussy start to moisten, so I decided to try and slip a finger in. I told Amy to take a deep breath as I pushed my finger into her, it was about an inch in when her hymen stopped me. I put a little more presure until i felt it break. Amy screamed in pain but soon those yells turned into moans. I lowered my mouth onto her clit and fingered a little deeper searching for her g-spot. Amy began.