.. with Mr. Hawkins didn't seem like it would be all that horrible. On the other hand, she knew it was ridiculous to believe he'd try something so juv...nile. She didn't like beer all that much anyway."I'm not much of a beer drinker," she finally responded."What a shame," he said. "I get mine from a company called Pyramid. My favorite is their Apricot Ale. It's a wheat beer, but flavored with fruit. I'm not much of a beer drinker either, except for this stuff." Maybe later," said Cecelia. "I'm. "Yes, but we are going to watch a film, Dad! Come on!" She said, jumping on the sofa."Alright, but we eat later" I grumbled."Dad, please come and watch it with me" she got up to fetch her popcorn."What are we watching?" American Beauty" Great, how original. I'd already seen it. But hey, she had to put up with avant garde and experimental cinema once a week, so I couldn't really complain.I ran upstairs to get changed and came down in shorts and a t shirt. I popped into the kitchen to get a beer. We all trouped up the stairs, hubby first, followed by Justin, who was working his fingers into hubby's arse again, then me, then Steve, who had his hand up my skirt. I was having such a good time. Justin and Steve manhandled hubby onto the bed on his hands and knees. They locked his wrists through the bed head, and I handed Steve hubby's old brown leather belt. Justin stripped naked, showing off his toned dancer's body. "Fifteen minutes each, and make him squeal for me." For a couple of. The messages ranged from "Did you cum on his mouth?" to "Is he inside you yet?" to "Can you deep throat him?" Looks like she's really into this," Laura said.Ron just grunted. I'd texted his phone a bunch of times as well but they were much simpler. He showed the string of messages to Laura.~Do her~Do her~Do it to her~Fuck the hot little bitch~Fuck her tight little teen slit~Fuck her~Just fuck her hardLaura blinked. I certainly was succinct. The phone buzzed and another message popped up.~Cream.