First stop was sporting goods, where David picked up several ping-pong paddles, some with a rubber surface and a few with the old fashioned sandpaper ...urface. An inexpensive rubber hose was next. An athletic supporter, some soccer shin guards, some wide adhesive tape, and some lightweight boxing gloves were also added. In the school supplies area they got poster board, and lots of colorful marker pens. Lots of baby clothes and baby food filled the cart, and a few trips through the grocery. Don't inconvenience yourself." The words rang quite similar to the last time he had offered.His response came in a similar fashion as well. "It's no inconvenience. Besides, I definitely owe you for helping me out with that girl the other day." I appreciate the offer; it's really nice of you. Another hour won't kill me, though." From the bags under her eyes, it looked like it just might."You look exhausted." Many other girls would have been very insulted by such a comment, but, of course, she. Listening to the erotic symphony coming from downstairs, I moved them, gingerly at first but relaxing with every passing second, I was soon matching my movements to the rhythmic noises from below.They were getting more and more intense and I guessed Mum and Dean were close to orgasm. Wanting to watch my hero climax, I silently moved back to the bannister.I listened to Mum’s groan and guessed she was on the verge of her second orgasm. She started softly and grew louder and louder. It was low and. But you know what, screw that. I think I need a little more than juss a smooch.”Terrified, confused and shocked to the core, Amanda looked up at him, his hands going to his belt.“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she asked, hating herself for the panicked quaver in her voice.“What’s wrong with me? I come home, wanting nothing more than a bit of comfort, and you bitch deny me? What’s wrong with YOU? Do you have any idea how I feel?”At his tone, her shock turned into anger, a harsh icy rock.