Did he think I was a real woman or had he read me? As if he were reading my mind, Dave smiled and whispered, “Don't worry, Karen, I know all about w...at the thong was hiding.” While his remark was comforting to me it also told me he was wanting more than just a game of pool. Was I willing to go any farther? Part of me screamed no but another part said yes, yes, yes. Any doubt I may have had about his intentions was answered when he asked, “Would you like to get out of here?” I didn't think more. Which, even more so than her surreptitious religious convictions, show just how much inbreeding there has been in her family. A twat from a long line of twits. But oh…it was a twat I intended to see the fucking of! If perhaps not to sample the delights of its tight, wet depths myself. So from my fingers into her very pert mouth she took the tincture of her cunts ravishment. I smiled at her expression of delightful joy over the taste. Oh, the near orgasmic bliss. Enraptured, enraptured! Then her. I sat down and folded my hands on the table and waited for him to begin. After taking a few deep cleansing breaths, he finally started to explain that my mom had been in a car accident. He went over the story using all of the technical terms, but to make a long ass story short, my mom was now dead. I guess I was in shock or something because I didn’t cry. Not a tear. In fact, I think I’m still in shock for I haven’t cried since that day. My dad tried to hold my hands as he explained but I. Lana was starting suddenly to get really worried and upset. If it weren't for the fact that she truly loved her relationship with Ron (mostly because of the way he could bring out her dominant side, which usually wanted to kill him, and that deeply buried submissive side that always seemed to end up on the end of a leash) she might have just promised Hannah right then and there never to be with him again.Lana was actually opening her mouth to say something of this nature when suddenly.