" You say this softly and with a smile as you pin whore's slimy sweat and puke soaked curls behind its ears, and sip your coffee. "Now get your fat as... up and run the water for my shower! It better not be too hot, whore, or I'll pound my .45 in your sloppy pussy so hard it'll bruise your cervix." With a face full of fresh saliva whore sprints into action. There are many more chores that need tending to this morning. whore runs your perfectly temped shower and drops to its knees making a table. “But you ruled out Jocelyn.”“And April. And a few other girls I’ve dated or been interested in. I think the answer is that a girl is a viable option until I discover something I can’t accept or we can’t overcome. For April it was church; and before you compare her to Melody, April ruled it out completely while Melody is open to a negotiated solution.”“And you ruled out Jocelyn because she deceived you and because you want biological children. But then you agreed to sleep with her.”“I guess I. Admittedly she had just given him the blow job of a lifetime, one in which she finally got to taste his cum, with the promise of another in the morning so they would have a sample to take to the appointment, and that meant Dave was pretty open to suggestion right at that moment. Even the next day, though, he was still okay with it, although he did insist on sitting them both down and making them promise to not go to any of the places he thought were dangerous. They both sat there like well. But that was not to be, so she sought out the next best alternative…fingering her ass. Cindy’s forefinger and middle finger probed into Debbie’s butt. To Cindy, the thought of fingering an ass was erotic enough. But fingering her own daughter added that extra bit of spice to the situation. Debbie didn’t move. She seemed to be in a deep sl**p and her mind seemed to be miles away. ‘Hey mom, you’re pretty good at this.’ “Debbie! How…’ ‘I knew all along mom, ever since you entered my room. You.