Staring contemptuously at the two small women in front of him, he lashes out, conferring slaps as if they were gifts, demanding obedience as if it wer... something owed. There is love for him in the sisters, but it is something twisted and wrong, shown through eyes as flat and lifeless as blue paint, eyes as dull and lusterless as brown wood. What is he doing to them, what has he become? Is this what he always was? … am I to disagree… Two diminutive cars, one baby blue, the other a pretty brown,. They were as soft as cotton. I licked her boobs and the milk dripping from there. She was scratching me on my back with her nails and she was behaving like a hungry bitch (first love bite on d neck and then scratching me on the back). I also sucked her boobs with pressure now. After this I unhooked her lehenga and she was all naked with clean pussy and butts for which a man can die; perfect shape.I undressed myself and laid her down on the bed. I asked her to come in the 69 position which is my. He didn’t look around but he knew that Jessica and Adam were following him. He could hear their pleas.He ignored them.His rage carried him through the foyer and out the front door. He couldn’t believe what he’d just seen. It may have been due to the alcohol as much as Jessica’s actions, but he was livid, and weeks of frustration finally boiled over. He screamed in anger and kicked a stone lying on the pavement. The stone flew towards the car park and smashed the headlamp of a nearby Ford. The damn thing got me to work and back for two weeks without needing to fill up on gas allowing her to spend more money at the local mall, her favorite hobby. I resented my wife and barely knew my children. That all three of my children were losers does not excuse my distance from them, but telling you that makes me feel a little less guilty.It was a cold, rainy Thursday in November. I was on my way home from work and dreading my arrival.My wife, Charlotte, I was no longer allowed to call her.