?She sniffed. ?I've always thought that my life was so rotten that itcouldn't get any worse. But I was wrong. The little that's left of itnow is a h...ndred times worse.??At least you're back where I can look out for you.??I have to look out for myself; no one else will.?Irene was incredulous. ?That's not how things are.??Who says???The Good Book.??Humphh!?Mrs. Fanning sighed. ?I do care about you, Myra. That's what family isfor. Maybe deep inside, you care about me, too.?The girl's. .Think…” she was trying to tell her man that she could cum, but the real truth was she was stuck somewhere in between the pleasure being applied to her clit, and the fucking phone pole working its way deeper and deeper into her ass.I was at least three-fourths the way in now. Ashlynn had gone from pain, to moaning like an orgasm, to somewhere in between. It was good to me too, I knew I wouldn’t be able to do much more. Her colon was like a silky glove, and it gripped me TIGHT. Each time she. He took a deep breath. ‘Listen Shira, you have every right to be skittish and scared. I’d be worried if you weren’t. I think you’ll let go when the time is right and if Mark is too stupid to realise that, then he never deserved you in the first place. But I promise you this: I won’t let anything happen to you or Sunshine while you are in that salon. If you feel like you need a shadow when you go places, I’ll go with you. You girls are family to me and if the cops ever find this guy, they’ll. I moaned as I removed my hand, the movement alone causing tingling bolts of pleasure to surge through my soaked sex, the hypersensitive flesh still raw from it’s ordeal. I took a moment to suck lightly on my fingers, I had always enjoyed my own taste, and this time was no different. Slipping my fingers beneath the waistband once more, I slowly tugged down both my pyjama bottoms and underwear, leaving them wrapped around halfway down my upper thighs, just exposing my throbbing pussy to the dark.