" shewas aware the wolf was behind her now, but made no move to show fear."Melody? Do you sing?" I used too when I was your age," You have a pretty ne...klace like my Daddy's," "Cookie, behave." She chidedthe little skunk when it approached."Does she like Sardines?" Melody cracked open the first tin. "Tulip likedSardines, I had to feed her a can every day before she went off on her ownto have babies." She was hand feeding the little skunk when the younger ofthe two girls came rushing outside in a. I started to wonder if Charlie was fucking Sondra. I could not believe my friend Sondra would be fucking my husband and Charlie had promised he would never cheat again. Yet, I had my suspicions.Finally, I confronted Sondra and asked her point-blank, “Are you fucking my husband?”The look on Sondra’s face told all. She began sobbing and admitted Charlie had seduced her and fucked her so good she could not put an end to the affair. But that was not the biggest shock I was about to receive. Sondra. Sandy sat down in an overstuffed chair and placed both feet on the floor. She motioned Charlie to the couch across from her.As he sat down, Charlie got a brief glimpse of Sandy's white cotton panties peeking from between her slightly parted thighs. Looking past him toward the door, Sandy slowly crossed her legs as Aunt Anita came through the door.Anita stopped in the center of the room, her nakedness barely concealed by the towel she had carelessly wrapped around her body. Her back was to. “The guys are at some Harley weekend with Dad. They won’t be back! Can you just make an exception this one time?” Savannah pleaded as she twisted her hands in the cuff to test her ability to wriggle out of them.Brock squeezed the cuffs around her wrists to make them tighter. Brock knew that If Savannah really didn’t want to do this she could have always refused to be handcuffed in the first place. She enjoyed being a stubborn smart ass with him. Her brothers would have smacked the shit out of.