This one morning the Gardener walked past I was sporting a massive hard on. I decided to see if I could wake my girlfriend up and have a pre work fuck... Before I woke her I played with her nipples and managed to start to finger her pussy. The whole time the gardener was watching. I was worried that if she woke up she might see him so to block her view I started to kiss her and she woke up. She kissed me back but then asked about the time and what I was doing. I put her hand on my cock and told. I heard one of the females laugh and thought that was a good sigh. As I got closer I could tell the voices were coming from the kitchen and I could now smell the coffee and bacon. When I walked in I saw that Dad and Tammy were by the stove cooking. Mom was setting at the kitchen table and Beth was setting in her lap. When I looked a little closer I could see Beth was sucking on one of Mom’s tits. I guess I looked a little surprised and I ask “is everything alright here”. they all laughed. " I couldn't care less what you like," she spat back at him."Ah, but you do, I think," he said with a laugh, turning her face from side to side. "And I know what you like."She yanked her face from his hand and chuckled grimly. "You mean your tiny pecker? Hardly. I have to watch your face just to know it's in me."His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. "You will regret those words," he hissed. Walking for the door, he turned to appraise her one last time. "You embarrass me even once tonight. I'm just a target. Hah.***I don't cut myself that night, although I really want to. Unless I'm completely out of it, like I was the yesterday, I only cut for control. I've come to the conclusion that if I cut every time I want to I'll be scarred from tip to toe within a fortnight. I rake some keys up my arm instead, until the skin is scraped away and the blood starts to clot underneath, and then turn out the light. I get no sleep.***Nothing much happens on a Sunday. I sit around, I read,.