Barrington always used to getting whatever he wanted was feeling quite depressed. His mind wondered over the events of the last few days as favorite d...ughter was still going to marry that former orange picker and he had been forced to help arrange that. His rebellious daughter had returned home and had hooked up with that orange picker’s redneck friend. This had all happened despite his best efforts and he knew he would have to just live with it. Barrington needed to fill that special void in. She drew deeply on it and blew smoke to the ceiling. "Is he dead?" she said, looking to my prone body. "He's dead, doll," Mason replied, tucking his cock back into his trousers. "Make sure," Dolores said. "Make sure he's dead, Jimmy." "Fuck's sake, doll he's gone," replied Mason, taking the cigarette from her long fingers, taking a drag. "He's dead as Dillinger." "Make sure," she said. "Shoot him in the head." Mason got the thirty-eight, levelled it at my body, shielded his face with his other. The hand squeezed again and the bed shook as she sat up, using me as a prop.“Mallory?”Of course I was Mallory. Who else would I be? Why was she being so loud?“MALLORY!”“Whaaat?” I complained.“What are you doing in bed with my daddy?” she squealed.I felt Mr. C. move then, and realized the warmth I was leaning my back against was him.The world flip flopped suddenly, and I felt weightless. I knew I wasn’t weightless, and that I was falling as a result of that flip-flopping world. I was pretty sure. 5” ka lund bahar nikal diya,Wo use dekhkar kehne lagi ki ise mere andar mat dalo ye nahi ja payega, maine kaha ki daro mat me aaram se daalunga, phir maine apna lund uske haat me diya wo use hilane lagi, phir maine use mera lund apne muh me lene ko kaha to wo mana karne lagi, maine kaha ki try to karo bahut maja aayega, phir usne mera lund apne muh me liya aur use chusne lagi, 2 minute baad use bhi maja aane laga, wo bade pyar se mera lund choos rahi thi, uski muh ki garmi se mera lund to aur.