The problem is Dean's mother. A huge woman with thunder thighs, Popeye arms and can literally Make a girl pass out smothering her in pussy and clampe... in place by those powerful legs.She's done that a couple times while her other son used my ass.My delusion lit out less than two weeks after I got here during yet another strained moment where she did not appreciate my decorative efforts in the house I later found out was never to be my own but my dungeon. A place that would one day for infamous. He throws me onto the bed and I lay there as he kicks the door shut. He rips off his shirt and reveals his fit, toned and tanned body. I spread my legs as he approaches me and he climbs on top, places his hands tightly around my neck and pushes with a hard but comfortable force. With his other hand he runs it up and down the inside of my thigh and brushes against my pussy lips with a delicate touch. He lets go of my neck and kisses down my dress until his warm breath is right beside my soaking. Beverley finally decided to make the telephone call and a strong female voice answered, "Hello, who is speaking please?" Um, hello is that Miss Smyth, Maureen Smyth?" It is, who is speaking?" It is Beverley Collingwood here, you might not remember me..." Of course Beverley, how could I forget you?"Beverley wondered for a moment what the hell that meant whilst Maureen thought that perhaps she should not have said it."I heard that you had moved to the village and I live nearby, I wondered if I. Sera didn't get a chance to reply as Thomas stopped being a smaller weaker boy and his anger turned him into a force of nature, turning Sera round and slamming him into the wall. The blond boy held him tight there, hands moving quickly across the front of his trousers, pushing away the fall of the open shirt. Sera bucked against his touch and tried to pull away. Thomas merely pushed him harder as the darker boy's trousers were pulled down around his knees."Thomas, stop it," Sera's voice was.