She stretched her jaw open and slid the wide drain tube into her mouth as if she were trying on clothes.Karen understood exactly how to use the appara...us and she grinned with delight at the thought of being place under it like a common toilet drain."Oooh! This looks perfectly wicked!" she laughed. "I can't wait to try it out!" You really are a filthy bitch!" Cindy jeered."Thanks, Cindy! You say the sweetest things!" Karen replied and she meant it."That's not the best part of it, Karen!". His mother had started to say something, but the sound of Denise’s voice had apparently reached her. “W-who was that?”“Denise. Can I go now, Mom?”“I... You’re going on a date. William, Rodney is going on a date. Yes, with a girl.”“Mom. Mom,” Rodney called out, interrupting the conversation with his father. “I’m going now – okay?”“Oh, yes. You should bring her by to meet us. Is she pretty?”“Goodbye, Mom.”“Oh, okay. Goodbye, honey. I love you.”“Love you too.”Rodney breathed a sigh of relief as he. Then I just might forget about this whole thing. But remember I have to be...satisfied”. The last word spoken deliberately. “Sound fair?”. With this she turned around and moved just a few steps, knowing that the towel wasn’t big enough to cover her backside completely, the light shimmering on her round wet curves. Brett stared at this, unable to speak momentarily lusting after her. “Sure miss anything I swear it” he said, not fully realising he’d have to fess up. She turned again to face him,. I thought of every idea in my sick, twisted, demented, voyeuristic mind could think. Each of those times after careful consideration none of the plans I imagined could have worked. After almost two years of my mind pondering her nude body as she showers or lies in her bed masturbating I couldn't handle it anymore, something had to happen. One night around nine I had to take something to the shed and walked right past her living room window to get there. The kitchen light was on and there she.