Her over the top comment this morning was "Being pretty issuch a tough job" making me feel inadequate as always. I worked mousseinto my hair and fluff...dried it giving my bangs a full look. The goldstuds were removed and my silver skull and small, silver hoop were putin my ears. I noticed that all the blemishes that had required concealerwere mysteriously gone, yet I had to cover them yesterday! Hm.... Alittle makeup base and powder, eyeliner and mascara, and pencil on myeye brows brought my. That very shadow would match the mood of gloom damned Rita had left him in. Not many mornings ago they’d been breakfasting together after their customary night of hot pleasure. No more. Her buns were now being toasted by that flashy rich guy.Adding to his anger, on this morning, was his own stupidity for not carrying out his normal check on tide times, especially since now was the season of flood tides. A time when the much higher water smashed against the rocks and cliff face creating. "Look at this fucking ass! What the fuck have you been eating?" "Fuck you!" she says. I take my hand backwards far and swoop in to slap that ass hard. She barely flinches. What the fuck? I slap her ass again, harder this time *SMACK* She turns her head to me "Are you done yet, is that all you got?" I reach out and grab her by the back of her neck and shove her over her desk. *SMACK* *SMACK* damn near as hard as I can. The bitch barely moves. "Damn! you actually like this shit you. Emily took Brad to her room.When the sex noises from both rooms seemed to subside, Emily, ever the organizer, yelled out, “Switch!” and the game was on again.Later Dee suggested that next time they should use the room with two beds since it would be easier to tell when each couple was finished. The real reason for the request was that Dee liked to watch her mother get laid. When she could see a cock pumping in and out of the vagina she was born from, it gave her a funny but erotic feeling. When.