"Yeah. I was making coffee." I said. "If you want, there is coffee for you too." I added."Thanks." She said and went into the kitchen.She came back si...ping a cup of coffee."Yum. It's good. You make better coffee that mom." She said."Thanks." I replied."Is there any of that better than mom's coffee left for me ?" My brother, Ben, asked."Hi." I smiled. "Yes, yes there is. It's in the brewer." I told him.He came back."Yum. It's really good." He said."Thanks." I replied."Now, what are you watching. Soon she came and joined Diana, leaping onto her knee and purring loudly."I saw Francine again, darling"Fortescue growled a nasty growl. There was an infinity of feline loathing in that growl. Francine hated cats and Fortescue hated Francine."Francine wants to be a slave, darling Fortescue! Silly old Francine. But you could fix it for her. Couldn't you, sweetie pie?"Fortescue purred for a while and went to sleep. In a few moments Diana too nodded off.After feeling her mistress sink ever further. ‘FUCK!’ Sam practically yelled, she didn’t bother covering herself, the blankets had been a casualty of Miranda’s sudden sexual frenzy. Instead, she gripped the arms of her wheelchair, white-knuckled, as she hung on for dear life and prayed to God that her lover wasn’t about to finish the job the car had started and completely paralyze her. Miranda’s fingernails dug into Sam’s thighs almost to the point of pain as the girl pressed her mouth against the girl’s wet folds, bringing her tongue. "A leisurely breakfast, followed by a slow walk through the surrounding countryside flanked by her old stag and young buck, soon worked up an appetite for a lavish Sunday lunch of roast beef, roast and mashed potatoes, a variety of fresh veg' from the garden with lashings of thick gravy. Jimmy ate every morsel and helped his gran with the washing-up while his grandpa sat back in an overstuffed chair to digest his favourite meal of the week."What's for dessert?" Jimmy whispered in his gran's.