They sat on the floor, leaning against the couch, drinking the mixed drinks and talking. Marty told Bill about leaving her job and the new career she ...as beginning. She told him too about school and how she would graduate in a week. ‘I went without a lot of luxuries and even some necessities to get ahead. Now, I’m ready to start living.’ Bill kissed Marty on the shoulder and caressed her arm. He spoke softly when he asked, ‘Can I spend the night with you?’ He looked outside at the bright. “You’re not the man of the house any longer! I’m stepping up! You gave it up when you turned into an alcoholic asshole. You think you can just hit us and sit there on the recliner drinking your fucking beer? You think this is still your fucking house when Alison and I do all the chores? When my part-time job helps pay the bills and feed us?“You think you get the right to hit me? Does it make you feel like you’re a real man? Huh? Because you can beat your fucking son?” My body trembled. I raised. *** Her fingers circled her clit faster, and her breathing picked up. She reached above her head to grip the headboard. The knuckles on her fist turned white and her body grew tense. Ohhh. Jaz bit down on her bottom lip, then released a loud gasp as she grew closer to the edge. Goosebumps began to break across her body as her wet fingers pressed harder and moved faster. She imagined those intense grey eyes watching her, those strong fingers rubbing her pussy, and those lips telling her to cum. ”I did as she beckoned. I stood there in bra and panties. Tricia unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor. She then took my black dress and draped it over my body. A tug here and a tug there and I was dressed again. She walked around me, looking up and down.“Hmmm,” she said. “Something is just not right.”She walked behind me and rubbed her hands over my ass.“Got it,” she exclaimed.I felt my dress being raised again. Tricia's fingers were in my panty waistband and she pulled them down to my.