Her mother was washing dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. ‘How’d you do, M.J.?’ Gwen asked. ‘Pretty good,’ she said, ‘we won again, 3-1.�...� ‘Didja score?’ ‘Yeah, peanut, 2 goals, one assist.’ ‘Yay!’ Gwen yelled, raising her little arms above her head. Her mother smiled. M.J. went to the kitchen and took the plate of cold chicken and frozen peas that her mother left for her, sat down at the table and ate it without much enthusiasm. M.J. generally considered food nothing more that fuel necessary. Then the rest of us. I was last, by which time her face, spectacles and hair were heavily covered in spunk not forgetting that she had immediately swallowed all of our man juice that had landed directly in her mouth. I grabbed and twisted Vicki's hair hard, pulled her head back and squatted closer to her face. I told her to wank me into her mouth. I wanted her to look up into my eyes but that was impossible cos of the jizz on her specs. Vicki took hold of my prick with both hands, tonguing the. Don't know what it is, but I love the taste of that stuff."Glenda came in during Hanna's discourse and mentioned that she should get as much as she can now because when Jim got older, he would only be able to give her the taste treat once a day, at the most.Charlie came onto the patio with a smile on his face, checking out his wife's lewd display, "You trying to attract more takers for the hot twat of yours or are you trying to cool it off?" More would be nice, but no, not advertising, mostly. She searches the spare bedroom first, finding nothing of significance and the same with the bathroom. The floor’s only other room appears to be the main bedroom. The results are the same, however. There isn’t anything the woman brought home from work, so unless she did something significant at her job, then she was attacked randomly. There isn’t even a sign the woman had a significant other. To enforce that last theory, Farai finds a series of vibrators and dildos, all lined up nicely, in the.