Carl reminded himself that he had seem worse, a lot worse. There was something almost rather snug about the tidy interior, and Cesar had been right ab...ut it being better inside. Antique looking wall lampshades cast a dim light across deep brown, faux wood interiors. One end of the prefab was lined by built in seats, crowned by threadbare, faded green cushions. The tiny TV propped atop one of the storage units reminded Carl of the TVs he had grown up with, barely color and with a reception only. I was a good girl and as daddy wished I had a white shirt with no bra, short skirt and no knickers, knee long socks and my hairs tied in ponytails. He opened the doors, I don't know if he was happy or not. He looked extremely handsome – like always, love him in this dark shirt! Daddy slapped my face. - You dirty cum slut, you are late! You made daddy wait for you and now you will be punish!He drag my hairs and pulled them hard, spitting on my face.-Look at you you fucking whore! I wasn't. She felt stuffed, and overwhelmed, and turned on, all at the same time. Her body was on fire. Her skin, especially where it touched his, was electrified. And her... He bent slightly and kissed her. It was a kiss that blew the others away. It was so complete, the merging of their two bodies together. She was wrapped up in him, engulfed, but taking him, holding him with her entire body. It was a kiss she'd never dreamed possible.He pulled back, as if he was going to leave her.She started to. I was not sneaking around but apparently I had not made any noise either. As I passed Mom’s bedroom the door was open. Mom was naked and bent over, with one of her shoulders pressed against one of the canopy bedposts. Mr. Jenkins from down the street was fucking her hard and fast from behind. Her long flabby tits were swinging all over the place as she hung on for dear life. If she wasn’t careful she could give herself a black eye. Mr. Jenkins was older and fatter than my father was and his.