I am in my room naked watching porn videos at the site a****lSexFun.com on my pc but have my headphones plugged in so brook could not hear me. but tod...y a few things were different. first i had forgotten to lock my door, meaning that anyone could walk in at any time. second brook had decided to give me a heads up that she was leaving for a while (usually she would just disappear for days at a time and make it back before mom and dad got home. so she goes into my room wearing her scampy. ‘So, if that’s the way you feel about it, you can go fuck yourself!’ She slid off the stool, and stormed out of the room, without even a backward glance. ‘Angelica!’ he called after her, feebly. ‘I-I’m sorry, I didn’t…’ but she was no longer there to hear him. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ he muttered, angrily, turning back to the bar. ‘Gimme another drink…,’ he squinted at the name on the barkeeper’s shirt, ‘Tarquin!’ -oOo- ‘Uuuunngh, aaaaaugh, ooh Jesus!’ groaned Alicia, doubled up in bed, clutching. I read myself to sleep and dreamed of “Raped Mommy, Raping Son.” It was a story quite unlike mine and unlike what I had expected. In this book, the mommy had taken charge of her rapes. She controlled her son more than he controlled her. He had to follow her strict schedule, but he could rape her however he liked, as long as he told her in great detail all the ways she was a mommy cunt slave.I awoke to my alarm. I had set it very early. I had to prepare myself. I promised, today would not like. His hair was in dreads but pulled back with a rubber band. We both giggled. "I guess I'll have to make some extra for everyone then.. Do you like cream, and sugar in yours?" He grazed my cheek with his hand, and I could feel my pale face blush. "I like MILK and a little bit of sugar" and he mysteriously turns around and walks back toward the truck. As I'm walking back to the house, all I can think about is how moist my pussy is just from that 30 second encounter. And I can't help but slide my.