She closed the distance to her daughter and started to intimidate her, making Linda take some steps back, until she was in front of Max, who was still...sitting, with a smirk on his face.Linda was defeated by the seeming insanity, and tears were still falling from her big blue eyes. Her body was numb, it was such an unreal situation, and her mother kept yelling at her. Even knowing it was wrong, she started to feel guilt over her mother's sadness. Obeying her mother's orders was a second nature. On the other hand, Dexter wasn’t sure that he was supposed to be friendly although it would have been nice. His job was to drive him from one point to another and he did exactly that in reasonable time. In the end, Dexter tipped the driver the normal fifteen percent.Dexter entered his apartment and looked around. It was exactly as he had left it the morning he had high tailed it out of town as a result of the threatening e-mail. It didn’t look like anyone had broken in. That was a great relief.. Holy fuck! How had it come tothis?!? This was not one of our role-playing games wherein we pretendedsomeone else had fucked her. No...this was the real deal and I was notsure that I could face it or that it was what I even wanted.My wife watched my transfixed gaze at her well-fucked pussy. I thenlooked up into her eyes and she smirked at me and slowly shook herhead. "What is that?" I thought. "Is that true disgust she justshowed?" " We are just 'role-playing,' right? This is all just part ofa. The intense cold of the metal shocked her once again.“Goodbye, Dad,” she sobbed quietly. She turned, her hands covering her face, and ran from the room.Issa was next. It was one of the few times she’d left Chugad’s side in recent days. She’d even taken to sleeping in a chair next to his bed, in case he needed something in the night. She looked drawn and worn, her face pale, her long, blonde hair dirty and unkempt. She slowly walked up to the coffin, waiting impatiently for her younger sister..