Bakers room. She was still just as I left her. I lifted her night shirt and pushed my cock into her again and moved it around very slowly for a minute...and then released another massive load deep inside her. When I had pumped everything I had I went in the bathroom to pee. I could smell her pussy all over my hands and I would guess my cock. I washed my hands and peed. When I came out of the bathroom there was another woman sitting on the bed. She was very very drunk. She told me she had. I might be a worthless child, but I would never, even once, intend on killing my father.I arrived at her house in the afternoon. Her house was a bungalow in the wealthier part of the city. It could be seen from afar as no other house in that area that has blue tiled roof. On most houses, it would look real ugly, but not this house. I remembered that I used to think it fitted with the sky and made the house look impersonal and less private than the other houses in this area. The fact that they. He pleaded and begged for her to not make him do this. She slapped him again and forced his mouth open and forced it onto Tony’s flaccid penis. The feeling of that thing in his mouth made him want to puke. It wouldn’t get hard and it felt soft and mushy. The room filled with laughter as everyone found the sight amusing. He tried his best to suck hard to get this unbearable task over and done with. Tony pumped but his fat stomach kept getting in the way. The smell of his sweat wasn’t. I even pick up the odd babysitting gig, partly for pocket money (students loans, apartment rent, office rent... ) but mostly so I can chat to more kids and work out what makes them tick. There are perhaps half a dozen girls and a couple of boys I know well who have “perfect” lives. Y’know the kind: they’re polite without being timid, bright without being nerdy; sporty without being dense; confident but not arrogant, and just generally well-rounded, undamaged kids. Two caring parents at home,.