Emma squirmed below me. I heard her sob into the bedclothes as she clenched at them with all her might and bunched them up into her mouth. She must ha...e been more than close. I reckon, under normal circumstances, this would have been Emma’s third orgasm. But here she was, holding on to my words. Denying herself release because of me, because of what I said. I pushed my cock into her really hard, not letting up for one minute. I was determined to see if she could hold on. In all honesty, I. “You planned this didn’t you?” I demanded.“What are you talking about?” she replied innocently.“Come off it, Linda. This whole situation is just too coincidental not to have your fingerprints smeared all over it. I’ve known Marylyn my entire life, and not once have I ever heard of her turning down a chance to go shopping. You arranged this so that Dad would have to take the girls instead of Stacy and Al?” I accused her.“Is he right, Linda?” Mom asked.“Ok, fine, I did plan this. Come on guys. As I kept walking, I managed to swivel Bonnie around so that she was held against me but facing me. That reduced the bruising to my legs from Bonnie kicking. Almost automatically, her arms curled around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist. Finally, she stopped yelling back at her mother and she stopped kicking. Her face was over my shoulder, so I couldn’t tell what was going on there, but her body was rigid with anger. She was saying over and over “I hate her! I hate her!”.I kept. Emma bundled her suitcases into the boot of the car first and then jumped into the front seat and began texting on her phone. Lottie’s suitcase was heavy and she had to lift it with both hands into the back of the Mini. Fuck! She bit her lip as she felt Mrs Smith step behind her and slide her hands around the curve of her hips to steady her. “Careful Miss Harrington,” Silvia purred. “Let me help you.” Lottie tingled all over as she felt Mrs Smith’s warm breath in her ear as she spoke; she.