It wasn’t very long after that, that he did to her what he did to Mommy. [Mommy’s dead kid, they’re all dead.] Shut up! I know that! I’m not 8...any more. So you just shut up! [Brave words, but can you make me?] I will if I have to! I’m not scared of you! You hear me? I’m not scared of… [Shhh…] Wha… what was that? [He’s back…] Oh no! He’s coming! I need to find a place to hide! [You and I both know that won’t do any good.] Shut up! [He’ll just find you anyways, like he always does.] Shut up shut. We celebrated the actual day, a Saturday, which was nice because the weekend had started now, so to speak. It was great we all woke up together and had a great time and Tree opened her pressies with the c***dren and me that morning in bed.That night the c***dren were going to my mums, the caravan season had ended and it was a chance for them to spoil the c***dren, though Zosia was fifteen and had been to Italy earlier in the year. Oliver was at Heanor Gate and had settled in and doing really. He stopped rubbing her while his hips bucked, but when his eyes opened his hands resumed their rubbing motion. This time I was sure she was aroused when she moaned."Oh, that was so hot baby," he said, with his shit eating grin on his face."Oh yeah, you liked that?" she said whimpering, her head now leaning forward to rest on his chest. "Oh yeah, but now it's your turn, cum for me baby." Oh... not so loud... ohhhhh." I know you like it. I know it turns you on to be doing this in public, being. Tracy worked slowly as he watched her hips move rhythmically with the beautiful music, feeling her hands run through his hair. He imagined putting his hands on her waist, feeling her move. But instead he took a sip of his beer and watched her belly button dance for him, wishing he could kiss it, taste it with his tongue. As her fingers ran through his hair, he watched the sun reflect off her oily ribs, as they moved back and forth under her soft skin. His eyes found her breasts, hardly covered.