Stacy smiledat him and put the paper in his hand."Off you go, hurry back!" Stacy said and pointed towards the door.Ben swallowed hard and without sayi...g a word went outside. Once there helooked down at the note in his hand. Without thinking about it hebrought that hand up to his nose and sniffed. The sent was barely there,but so intoxicating Ben thought he might vomit. A woman's scent. Thescent of Stacy's breasts.Inside Stacy was laughing. It was kind of fun being a tease. Maybe she'dmake it up. Ipicked up his eggs and bacon and my cornflakes and carried them to ourfavourite dining table and saw him holding something against himself buthe had his back to me and as I placed the plates down he turned. "It'sa wet-suit," I exclaimed."It is but the size is too large for you, the trousers are too long forme, if you wore them you'd slip down into one of the legs." Let me see," and I took them from him and held them against myself."They're perfect." Perfect! The waist is halfway up your. . emptied... that one...” Camille could barely talk about her cunt hole through her clenched teeth.“Oh wait, I do feel one more in there but it’s across the membrane or whatever. I can probably push it from here.”“Let me help.” That was Paul. His arms were even thicker than Ryan’s, and he took it upon himself to go elbow-deep in both holes.It wasn’t pleasant for Camille, but with two hands manipulating intestinal cans from the womb and one set of fingernails ready to catch the rims once a soda. I turned to Mama for support but she just faced the window. "Mama? Please don't let Papa do this!" I begged. Mama turned to me with an angry and tired expression. "Bella, stop being so selfish and do as your Papa asks!" she snapped. I felt my eyes welling up with tears. I will not marry this disgusting old man for money. "No!" I cried. I turned and ran out the house and lifted up the skirt of my dress as I ran as fast as I could run. I didn't know where I was running to or where I would end up..