The craving is so intense, I can think of little else – how it looks and especially how it feels and tastes on my tongue and in my mouth. Just the t...ought of it makes me hot. Since I can’t have the meat I’m really after, I go downstairs, go to the freezer and remove a four ounce steak. I fill the sink about 1/3 full with hot water. I slip the steak into the water and go into the living room to pass the time while the steak thaws. I decide to watch an episode of Zalman King’s Red Shoe Diaries I. At first I was a little usure how to proceed but as I positioned my cock at the entrance to her arse hole and started to push in she just pushed back and I drove straight in 8 inches. She was laughing and crying at the sensation but I was just rampant. I just started to stroke my cock in and out of her tight hole as she called me all kinds of names. Malcolm had already left for golf but Sylvie must have heard the language coming from both of us, it was filthy. We both kept grinding until. My boobs were just starting to fill out. Soon these things would take me someplace. I know I would never make it on my brains, so I had only my looks and hopefully a killer body. I wanted to get out of this house. All mom ever does is sit on the sofa stuffing her face with bon-bons and watching daytime TV. I have never known her to cook. Any food I got was from the neighbors. They felt sorry for me, unlike how they felt for dad. Most of the time they would throw an old shoe at him. A few time I. ”I told her, “if you want, everything around here works, don’t ask me how or why, but it all does, so go take a shower if you need to, if that dress seems less clean, put it in the washer, borrow something of Barbie’s, for now. And I’m sure she won’t have a problem with sharing her bed with you.”“Thanks, oh by the way, my name is Martha. And this doll is a Christie.”“Welcome to our madhouse, Martha. I saw myself today, or was that yesterday, and I am hoping to find a way to get back to myself..