She wanted to show him how much she could squirt. "Daddy, come fuck my tight pussy!" she screamed into the empty house, just for the sake of listeni...g to the crude echo. The liquor store was crowded for a Monday, but after standing in line for a frustratingly long time, Mike was out of the store and back on his way home with a big glass bottle of Jack Daniels, and a 12 pack of Coke. His cock was swollen and drooling the whole drive home. At home, Helen was getting ready for another night of. Her nipples hard now, eyes tight closed, breathing having increased to a pant, her lips hot as she collapsed onto him, his hands releasing her to enfold her in his arms… they kissed, then lay like it for a while. His tool slowly retracting as the moment past. She broke the moment, getting off of the bed and saying “it`s steak for tea today” with a smile that said that the butcher had obviously visited! He laughed then said, “remember missy it`s me that calls the shots…” She grinned touched her. That meant in about two years, there would be a ghost ship sailing around the world, full of water, vitamins and a starved corpse. I thought about tying myself to the helm as a joke, to be a suitable skeleton ghost-ship captain. No, survival was the way to go, not some cheap Flying Dutchman joke at the expense of my life.All I had achieved with my escape was to postpone my death by a few years and to cut myself off from all communication, leaving me totally alone. At the beginning I had. And Mrs. Daniels are both in real estate and hardily ever seem to be around so when Jessica is home she is seldom alone. My mom thinks I am in my bedroom studying; she even confis**ted my lap top so I wouldn’t have any distractions. If mom only knew, how distracted I was by Jessica. I have my lights off and I pull my mom’s binoculars from under my pillow. The lights in Jessica’s room are off but I know she is home because all the lights on the lower level house on and I two hot looking figures.