Not that either Sharon or Tracey would have thought it at all unusual. They didn’t bother cleaning up their own flat much more often than that thems...lves. “Daddy! Daddy!” cried a little girl in a stained night-gown clutching a threadbare teddy bear. She was standing by the living room door rubbing her eyes with the back of her fist. “Where’s Mummy?” “How the fuck should I know!” her father replied angrily, his penis still sticking out and twitching with desire. “Probably out fucking drunk. Dus ik stoer terug tegen Caren : ?alsof dat zou kunnen! Eerlijk , jij krijgt mijn vrouw nooit zover, of je moet het met geweld doen, en daar is niet veel versieren aan, wel ??? Nee hoor Geert, je moet me nu ook niet op idee?n brengen hoor, alles op zijn tijd haha ?. Maar laten we dit wedden : ze gaat me ,deze avond nog, haar slipje vrijwillig willen geven?.en misschien laat ik haar wel even smeken om het te m?gen geven. En weet je wat, omdat je nu net zo grof deed tegen me , kan het me. " Poor Sally her eyes were darting everywhere, looking for an escape, but Kathy was to have none of it. Do it, Do it now bitch or you'll be over my knee and I won't let up till you bleed!" Well Sally sure remembered those couple of whacks from earlier, she really sucked her fingers clean, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with the taste either, as she really got them very clean, then she took them out and after a quick show to momma slide them right into Marty again.Marty gave a little. I know it’s going to drip out of me and all over my legs, but I wish I could keep it all inside me.’ I looked deep in her eyes. There was a twinkle there I had not seen before. ‘Merry Christmas, Samantha,’ I said. She looked at me a moment. ‘Merry Christmas,’ she said quietly. She hesitated, looking like she wanted to say more. ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you too,’ I said. ‘We should get together more often.’ ‘I’d like that,’ she said. ‘But it’s probably not practical, what with our schedules and me.