Instead, he merely enjoyed himself as Darla Jean got control and again took off, headed for another orgasm. His experience was too limited to make pro...ouncements, but Darla Jean seemed to be the perfect receptacle -- hot, oily wet, tight, and moving at just the right rate to make things just incredible... She started telegraphing urgency, so Randall again added his efforts to the mix from below, surging against her and thinking distantly, 'It's a good thing she isn't big... ' Darla Jean went. Lee picked her up and she yowled her unhappy yowl as Lee carried her downstairs to the kitchen. Instead of eating, she headed on down to the TV room and the garage. I followed her down, only to find her sitting inside her little cat litter box dome, head facing out. Got a bit of a greeting, but she had no interest in coming out or anything.We went out for breakfast and some shopping. The orange one was still in her cat box when we returned. She isn't saying anything, she's responsive, if kind. " She's such a pain.After that, it seemed that she wanted to be in my bed every other night -- especially when Mom and Dad were out. They never check on us anyway. They didn't like to be bothered. When I would ask them for something it was always, "God damned, Tim, what the fuck do you want with that?" or something like that. I guess I was as much of a pain the ass to them as Chloe was to me.Then one night, I woke up with a raging hard on. It wasn't the first time. Piss hards and dream hards. END NOTE.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Carol had been in a panic all day. She couldn't understand her inability to step in and stop her c***dren from committing the heinous act of i****t yesterday, and then had gotten off to two great orgasms, just thinking about it.She tried to devote her mind into her work, but it continued to wonder back to yesterday afternoon."Are you okay, Carol? You've seemed distracted all day." She turned to see Harold,.