She's starting to look her age." She's had a rough couple of years, baby." Rougher than you?" Maybe! Remember, I was the innocent party. Breaking some...ody's heart, cheating on them, leading two lives, it can't be easy. Then we broke up. Then she broke up with her new guy and, has she had anybody in the year since then?"'"She's gone on dates, I know that, but nobody serious."There was a part of me that was happy hearing that. I wanted her to hurt but I put myself in her shoes. If it had been me. He tries to hold it back. In a panic he's desperately trying to tuck his cock, back into his pants. But he's far past the point of no-return, beyond self control. Against his will, he explodes in his pants. ...FUCKING... GOD!!! He feels spurts of hot semen spraying against the inside of his jeans. He's not able to even get his hand out of the way in time. When he withdraws it from inside his pants, it's dripping with his own cum. It soaks thick and dark into his jeans. His balls and cock and. Well Hallie cares about you too."Simon turned to look at his father. He had tears in his eyes. "Are you going to ... are you going to marry her?"Sam shrugged. "I don't know yet. It's possible. Then Hallie will be your sister so you'll have to be nice to her."Simon began to cry more. "Don't marry her. I don't' want a sister."Sam held his son. "I'm sorry Simon. I have to live my life too. Believe me, you'll grow to love Jane and Hallie. Besides, you're four months older than Hallie so that means. "Shut up. Whores don't talk." The other hand clamped down on her right breast and squeezed hard. She winced. "You gonna talk again?"Monica shook her head as much as the hand on her mouth would let her.She heard the metallic ring of a blade drawn from the utensil drawer next to her hips. She felt cold steel for the second time as the blade grazed her stomach. She winced again, not sure what to expect."Whores don't wear clothes either."Monica heard a ripping sound and felt the cool air of her.