"Tiffany's eyes looked down at Amy's groin, prompting another laugh fromher tormentor. "But it would take way too long to get out of thisbodysuit righ... now. Besides, I have something more important to do,which is ..." Tiffany moaned again as Amy moved behind her and out ofher field of vision. There was a click - and one of her aching arms wassuddenly free to move."... to let you out," finished Amy. Bemused, Tiffany heard and felt eachof the locks being released, until finally she could scramble. He never worked again. He just turned into a slobbering simpleton. But Mother and we two kids were forever free of his drunken beatings. This was five years after the death of Johnnie. Daddy died a year later when he drunkenly wandered into the street in front of a city bus.In the years following Daddy's "beaning," Mother began to slowly come out of her shell. By the time I reached sixteen, she had become much more of a self-confident, take charge person, although she still had a ways to go.. I spent the day pacing around the house, what to wear? Lots of make up or subtle? Hair up or down?, oh just relax Trish it'll be fine, have a vodka, calm yourself, no don't, don't want to turn up drunk, you know what your like Trish, one won't be enough, Hair down, not too much make up, and my new dress, not revealing too much, but showing my not too shabby body, if I do say so myself, and we were ready to go, we were meeting Scott and Janet in a city centre pub, a few drinks getting to know. I spread the lips and slowly breathed on her. She was calling me a tease, but I could tell deep down that she liked what I was doing. I finally placed the tip of my tongue at the bottom of her slit, and worked my way up to the front. I reached her clitoris and did a gentle swirling motion. She was starting to get wet, very wet. I continued a teasing, slow, and sensual eating of her pussy. Brooke suddenly grabbed my head and pushed her pussy against my mouth. “Eat me to orgasm! I want to squirt.