Ich lüftete dann, leerte den Aschenbecher, stellte die Flaschen weg und hoffte jedesmal, sie würden damit aufhören, sobald sie nach ihrem Rausch fe...tgestellt hätten, dass ihre kleine Tochter diesen ganzen Saustall aufgeräumt hatte.Jedesmal erlebte ich eine Enttäuschung: Sie blieben einfach dort, wo sie waren, und immer öfter ließen sie mich noch einen Rotwein aus dem Keller holen oder eine Flasche Schnaps am Kiosk kaufen (der Büdchenbesitzer kannte mich schon und wusste, dass ich den für meine. I slowly recovered and watched back in hopelessness, tugging at my handcuffs as I had been all along, hoping – praying – to get free. It was utter chaos in this car. The two sons-of-bitches were chuckling and groaning as they felt up my little girl, Olivia still wailing. But that was short-lived. The white copper grabbed my baby by the jaw, forced her mouth open and jammed his baton in there.“You fucking son-of-a-bitch,” I muttered. “Grow up and look at people your own age – not little girls,. She seemed to like being told what to do. It was a gesture for Neil to help himself.Neil leaned forward and took her right tittie in his mouth. He squeezed it with his hand forming a small cone and sucked hard on her. His tongue lashed against her nipple and Annabelle moaned out loudly “oh boys”. As Neil’s mouth pressed against Annabelle’s hot body, she leaned back a little, her bare back and my bare chest coming together. She was radiating heat. Her hands tiring in the air they leaned back and. Twice in his life he had tasted ice cream and he never forgot the joy of the taste. He had wanted to revisit that taste ever since, but had not had access to the ice that was required. After all, where in southern NMT could he find enough ice? He finally admitted that the only way he was going to get enough ice was to make his own!He remembered reading somewhere of a patent that had been issued about 50 years before describing a machine to make ice. Roland, in his usual determined fashion, set.