They kissed and fondled each other's naked flesh, and Kabul teased her about her ordeals. "Aaawwww, my lovely Teressa!", he hissed. "Did my men strip ...ou and ravish you? Did they lash your sweet white bottom, and torture your privates? Even Push their Big Willies up your Poo Hole, and Everything?"His hands stroked her still-welted buttocks as he said this!"Ohhh, Yes, They Did!" replied Mum, feigning indignance; then continued, "But THANK YOU for letting them DO IT! It was VERY NICE!"They. I think about Claire all the time, awake and asleep — all the time. I worry about Brian. Also, I worry about you.”“What do you mean — you worry about me? Explain yourself, young man?”There it was again.“Well, Steven, Sally, and Sarah, are all grown up and moved out. I am all you have left ... your little boy. Who’s learning to dance, has a girlfriend, even discusses college ... and more — and he’s only twelve-years-old!”The sobs came pouring out again, “I am sorry ... that I’m growing up. It. "Scott moved his hands on the insides of her smooth knees, pressing down and spreading them wide. Katie could feel a cool breeze on her damp pussy from the ceiling fan overhead. Scott got on his knees until he was only inches from her. She could feel his warm breath on her thighs. Scott could see the girl's juices in her delicate folds; her erect clitoral button peeked out above her pink slit. "I'll bet Josh is hoping to get this close," whispered Scott, as he slowly stroked the silky pale hair. She wasn’t aware that she was gazing at him as he drank the bourbon, gazing at his lips. The masculine hands caught Daphne’s attention as he lay the gun on the table. Catching her eye he raised the empty glass a couple of inches. She thought she had learned the drill by now. Picking up a fresh glass she went to fetch the bottle. “You can just bring the bottle Miss. This glass will be fine.” He spoke low, a baritone voice, smooth as the bourbon itself. She could see a glint in his eye. She hated.