They had managed fine so far, so she just couldn't understand why he felt he needed to add another woman to their lives at this point. And not just an...ther woman. Susan had two sons, Mark and Steve, who were nineteen and twenty, respectively, and who would also be moving in with them.She had met the two brothers, and while she admitted they were both very handsome, she didn't like the way they looked at her with leering eyes every chance they got. She felt as if they were undressing her with. "Twelve", I ordained.He carried them all to the car. Similarly groceries, housecleaning,yard-work, everything! Unending nattering about "compromise" and"equality"? Gone.I managed his enthusiasm. I let his little boy out of its tiny cageevery third or fourth day. Most days I would permit him a "Big O" as hecalled them. I was really good by now at delivering a hands-freeclimax. Nothing on his cock; just a steady, steady, steady in-and-outof my fist and arm up his ass. A little slapping or caning. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” I heard as I pumped balls deep inside Erin.That voice was very familiar. It belonged to Angel, Summer’s big sister, who was actually eighteen. She dated Jonathan, who was sixteen, but no one had bothered too much about the that since the age of consent was sixteen and thus it wasn’t statutory rape in his case, nor did she worry with me. Yes, I had been quite intimate with Angel on more than one occasion. She was a plumper, paler version of Summer, with. ‘You smell like booze – I though you were going to quit or at least slow down.’ ‘Yeah, I did say that, didn’t I? It has been a bitch of a day, but I think it could finally be worth it,’ he said stroking her hair. ‘It isn’t over yet,’ Angel countered. ‘Please feed me.’ She picked her head up and looked into Michael’s dull gray eyes. She then began walking towards the door to his apartment building, looking back briefly to assure herself that he was following. His apartment was just as she.