. so hard... that He's actually cranking yourhead... all the way to the left... (just like that fucking stupid songon the radio - "to the left... to t...e left")... so that your head...and neck... are bent so far left... that you find yourself staring...at the wall... running alongside His bunk... and you can almost see Himtoo... out of your helpfully provided... peripheral vision... and witha grunt... and another loud... cursing insult... "gotdam...muthafuckin'... teasin' white bitch... take dis. He wasn't going to show his mother anything, but it was a nice fantasy. Joe walked out of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen, where Jane was slurping down cold leftover soup. Hey bro. Hope you saved that paper onto a disk." She said as she smirked."I didn't." Said JoeJo frowned and made himself a bowl of cereal. As he poured the milk, his sister Jane put her bowl in the sink and turned towards him. She smiled sweetly as she put her hands behind her head stretched and thrusted her chest. This was an old story and one that they could do little to avert. The Home Office had the legal powers to do what they were planning and short of physically standing in front of the doors to the houses these families lived in, the FM was powerless to stop it."There is a new twist on this I'm afraid," the advisor finally worked up the nerve to continue. "With police budgets being cut, the two police forces concerned have indicated that they can't spare the officers necessary to carry out these. Her thirteen-year-old son had the day off and Abby had allowed him to sleep in. At 1:30am she had awakened from an erotic dream and desperately needed service from her husband. As usual her hubby rarely responded kindly when she awoke him in the middle of the night for sex. But she was intent upon getting him hard and having him fuck her to at least one orgasm. He was lying on his back when she reached over and felt his limp, lifeless penis. Wriggling into position she laid her head on his.