But a basket of unwashed laundry sat on the table. Rummaging through that, he found a blue sweatshirt (not a tee shirt) and it said ?Girl Power? on i.... Was this what she meant? He’d better just bring it up to her. As he rushed up two flights of stairs, again he worried. He was vulnerable, open to the capricious and vicious little bitch of a stepdaughter. She could say, ?That’s not it, asshole? or ?Why is it still dirty? Why didn’t you wash it?? She could accuse him of any sort of. Anyway take a look at the note. It explains why he did it this way.- Lemme see it.-Put a glove on first, its still wet.-Damn that's nasty.I would not swing forever from a tree in a lower circle of hell. Perdition I will bear; I admit my sins, but this is a release, a catharsis through pain - that I may find peace elsewhere, forgetting her name. Hopefully what I have here borne will redeem my soul.He was a poet eh?--No you idiot its Dante - suicides are doomed to forever be trapped in the trees. Stacey was quiet and didn't get undressed for me. She just waited. I got undressed down to my underwear and waited for Robert to come over. When he did, I left and went over and did my usual thing with Margaret. Margaret may not have known who was fucking her that night, but Stacey sure did. I hurried back home after I'd fucked Margaret. I crept in the house and went down the hall toward our bedroom. There were candles lit this time. I moved to where I could just see them. They were both on the. I stepped into the hot water, the bubbles already swirling around in the water. The bubbles made the water very unclear. You couldn't see anything. For now, the bath was empty so we were all by ourselves, but there were lots of people were in that area.Sarah sat down besides me, very close against me as I felt how she laid her hand on the inside of my thigh, moving slowly in the direction of my pussy. I looked at her, frowning cause there were people walking around everywhere. She giggled and.