Leading her to the mirror I told her what a no good dirty slut she was, a preachers daughter, probably already carrying my baby, here as my number one...slut. Now it was time work the bitch over some more, slap, slap, titty slap and twist, nipple twist, etc.I had her strip me naked and lick my feet, toes, my balls, and tongue out my asshole, my cock was so fucking hard! Then, the lovely little perfect preachers daughter was on her back, tied to the bed with rope I had in my pocket and then I. The tables didn’t arrive but blankets are washable and the guys had a great time acting all manly and slapping together a few benches from building scraps.’ Liz stifled a laugh as she thought of her husband, brothers and cousins with their chests puffed out as they strutted around deciding what boards would work and haggling over how to put them together. ‘The photographer didn’t show up, but so what? You saved some bucks and Cousin Larry is a very good amateur. Without something to do he. To make sure he remember me, I hit him one more time to his right clavicle. In other words he was going to be in some pain for a while.The worst thing was I had an audience for the whole thing. While he sat on the ground leaning on the car parked a space away, I broke his gun apart, wiped the pieces with one of Tonya Sanitary wipes then threw the pieces in different directions.“Now get up and get out of here,” I said. That is exactly what he did. A car with two other black men pulled up and. They warned us about possible severe side-effects, but Liz had recovered completely. An only child will sometimes have an imaginary friend. But with twins, it is not so common. Stranger still, Liz and Dave did not have one friend each, they shared her between them. They had said her name was Feebee. It was only much later that they learned the correct spelling, Phoebe. They said that their friend Feebee looked after them. I remembered first time that Dave got drunk. He was in the football team,.