Sometimes that worked. She especially liked to think about that while her head was being pushed down into a pillow while Damian drilled her insatiable...cunt so hard it felt like she was being ripped apart.Fiona thought the house actually felt more like home now that she had Damian secretly living there with her. It was almost like having a second husband, but those thoughts and feelings confused her. She didn't even want one husband; why would she want two?When Sean was home, it only served to. Jimmy was the best in the city; he had an imagination beyond the ordinary! He saw it all and heard it all, and believed anything could happen to anyone, anywhere.He was about to retire from the business and had agreed to sell the firm to others upon retirement, but the money Walter Pascal offered and future business dealing with the Pascal family would mean a much higher sale price he could get from the future buyers of the firm. So he took the case, cleared all his work in progress cases to. I felt like I should take all the blame ... but each of the girls had chosen to do something ... taken some action without my urging them to.Was it all my fault?If I'd turned down their very first request, when they so innocently asked if they could skinny dip in my pool, none of this would have happened.Well ... not with me, anyway.They still would have done all the things they'd done. Just not as soon, and not all with one guy.Who was to blame?Nature. That's who."Hannah," I said. "I'm not. Finklestein.” 400 pounds? She was huge, beyond huge, but it just didn’t seem possible. Then I remembered the striated globes of her pectorals swelling up like tidal waves of muscle, growing until they eclipsed her collarbones and stretched her tanktop wide enough to fit around my waist. She could probably bench more if she wanted to.And it wasn’t just weightlifting. Becky had plaques and trophies for track and field, chess club, jazz band, debate club, and “Math Olympics” whatever the hell that.