My mom, Sarah is her name, had just got home from work and went into the shower to refresh herself for the evening. It was among her many rituals and ...atterns that I had grown up with.We lived in a small, two-bedroom, and one-bathroom house. Ever since my dad left when I was only five years old, my mother struggled on as any good parent would, sacrificing many aspects of her social life to ensure that I received everything I needed. I always respected her for that, and I made sure I would find. You may think that during those 2 years Maryssa and Bill have known each other were perfect, well your very wrong. Maryssa is the kind of person that lives on the "edge" but Bill never liked how she was acting around him and her attitude. He's tried several occasions to get her to slow her down so she wouldn't hurt herself or do something she'll later regret.She never listened to him, she kept going about her thing on a daily basis. Bill let it go for a while seeing she wasn't doing anything. I was in heaven when Dawn suddenly stood from the bed. She walked to the table and began to place the strap on around her waist. Rose helped her adjust it then they both looked at me. The glow from my orgasm still numbed me but now it was my turn. Rose lay on the bed accepting Dawn in her arms. They made love Dawn sliding the thick dildo into Rose they made love next to me as I watched. Roses hand touched mine and gripped it as she came from her lovers penetrations. I reached over and. .”“That said, he still hates us, your mom and me,” said Blake.“He didn’t say that, but he did say that there was a lot of bad water flowed under the bridge. But he also said that he is able to see himself as able to be polite, if that’s the right word, toward the two of you. And given everything I now know; I can see where he is coming from there too.”“We do too,” said Ava. “Oh yes we do.”“Dad, you will give me away. And he is good with that, well, he was after we talked. And, like I said,.