So I leaned across my bed and over to the nightstand, reached in and pulled out the first vibrator my hand came into contact with. Yes, I have a few. ...'m sorry. I like them OK? Anyway, at that moment I didn't care which one. I just needed something I could fuck myself with. Luckily, I grabbed the orange one. It's one of my favorites. It has a lot of texture to it like ridges and veins up and down the shaft. It also has a strong vibration too.I wanted to quickly jam it into myself but I knew I. She pulled herself to him as he bent over her, but quickly broke the kiss. "Go get my daughter, please. She loves you so much." Okay, be right back."As he approached the couch and bent down, Jessica grinned up at him, "This is silly, I can..."Fred seemed to effortlessly scoop her up. Giggling, she hugged herself to him as he quickly walked into the bedroom with his squirming burden. Shortly, she was beside her mother.Fred stripped off his tee shirt and started to drop his shorts and underwear,. According to some, justice is blind. This is not so when your bones are on the table and custody of your kids are given to one of the skeletons. The hypocrisy once again. So I fucked a lot. Sue me. He did. He won. I am amazed at how I have accumulated these bones without dying of the diseases that come, when they come. I made it through the STD era. I made it through the AIDS era. I was not entirely unscathed. I had two abortions. Those tiny skeletons are buried in another part of the closet.. ." he protested."Where's Angela?" he asked, calming down slightly."We've not seen her for a few days. She texted us to say she was feeling under the weather. Joanna took some flowers over for her yesterday but there was no answer at the door." I've just come from there. The place is empty. There were even some dirty dishes in the sink. I thought ... Shit ... I'm sorry." Go and sit down in the lounge. We'll just get changed," George told him.Jim skulked downstairs and sat glumly, realising what.