The incident is closed; for you to offer Vera your sympathy or Oliver your anger is to pick at the scabs of their pain and keep the scars from healing... Make supper. When we sit down to dinner, treat her residual pain as an illness or affliction that you can do nothing about except attempt to make her more comfortable and avoid sympathetic commentary or blame." You're kidding, right?" Judith flared.Maureen grabbed her by the forearm. "No, he's making sense. Leave it alone. Momma did wrong -- and. He gulped down the rest of the stiff drink before heading upstairs. He needed the liquid encouragement. He yelled up to her. “Give me a minute!”Two minutes later, Tom stepped into the kitchen to find his mother in law and wife waiting for him. He reached over and kissed Rose on the cheek. “Hi Mom.”Rose placed her hand into his and squeezed it. “Darling, thank you for letting Mary to do this.”Tom nodded his head slowly. “What is planned?”Rose looked over at Mary and nodded her head. “My daughter. Apparently, bitch control was a natural instinct, perfected by eons of evolution. He issued a loud bark, which broke the silence of the cage. Again, the warning was clear: Be quiet and take it, whore. I had become the pack's bitch, and would be punished severely if I tried to deny even one of them my sweet little girlish slit. If I obeyed, however, I could expect to escape with just a massive r****g.Always a fast learner, I ceased my struggles and once again arched my back in obedience. Perhaps. I don't know what took me over but I had to hump something. I quickly ran around to try to find something. I pulled down my silky basketball shorts and began to pump away at the arm of my couch. I placed my cock just above the arm and slid back and forth. It felt so nice,the soft fabric against the bottom of my dick. It felt good but I needed more. I was desperate at this point, a raging hard-on that desperately needed relief somehow. I remembered my dog always humped my mom's pillow, so why.