I turned and stuffed the magazines up my jacket and my hands in my pockets, just about managing to hold the bag in place. I turned down a side street,...meaning to keep away from as many people as possible on the way home.It was two streets further along that it happened. I didn’t see her, I was too busy keeping my eyes glued to the pavement, but Mrs Hotter certainly saw me. “Darren!” she called out loudly, even though she was practically on top of me.Startled, I somehow lost my grip on the brown. . okay, Sweetheart, whatever you say. I’m kinda lost in thought tonight anyway. Probably better that you cook than me. I’m liable to lose track and burn the place down if I get into the kitchen”.Jim’s lack of focus was the last straw for his daughter. Either they got this out in the open and resolved, or her poor heart felt like it would shatter.“Dammit, Dad! You’ve been moping around in a fog all goddamned day, and it’s tearing me apart! So, I don’t give a fuck if you’ve got it all sorted out. “Told you, little brother, she is a bitch,” James remarked, fucking Kiara.“They are all bitches, aren’t they,” Adrain replied and winked.“Yes, they are,” said James, and they all picked up pace in a synchronized manner.“Yes, fuck me… yes, fuck me… yes, fuck me,” my daughters and I cried out loud.“You like it, bitches… you like it,” said the boys.“Yes, we do, yes we do,” we moaned.“You are white dick whores, aren’t you!”“Yes… yes… yes.. we are… we are… we are white dick whores!”“You want. ‘What…what am I going to do? How…how am I going to face him?’ Larry finally came, exploding his juices into a washcloth with a loud moan. When he was done, he stood up, wiped himself off, washed his spend out of the washcloth, and started for the door. ‘I better get back to the kitchen before Mrs. Williams wonders where I got to,’ he thought as he turned the door handle. ‘I can’t believe I did what I just did,’ he mused as he pulled the door open and stepped out into the hallway. ‘I bet I.