"When was the last time he fucked you"?I was shocked, what business is it of hers but still I mumbled, "Last err week." You don't seem sure, did you c...m"?Why was I answering her, but as I thought that I shook my head, why I will never know."I thought so, just fucked you to make it look good, came up you, turned over and went to sleep, fuck how you felt but it kept you quiet."I could have wept but I just stood there mesmerized like a rabbit with a snake."No wonder your stressed, what you need is. If she was asked about whether she loved Carl or not she’d say not but if the person really pressed things then she might admit there was some kind of feeling there but it was the old Carl she loved, she was in love more with a memory than an actual person. ‘Positive.’ Lori replied quickly. ‘K. What day is it?’ Carl questioned. Lori wasn’t even surprised anymore, nothing Carl did could illicit any kind of disbelief from her. ‘Monday.’ She told him. ‘Ah. So the Monday morning mass should be. "Did you two like what you were doing?" Mom asked.I was now very glad I was back behind Sara. I sunk my head down to the bed and let Sara take the heat."Moooom!' protested Sara."Andy?" Mom said."Yes, Mrs. Shaw?" I said reluctantly lifting my head back up."Did you like touching Sara there?" Mom pointed."On her tit?" I asked to clarify.Mom chuckled and Sara tried to jab me with her elbow."I would have said 'breast' or 'boob'," said Mom, "but I guess the younger generation calls them tits. Did you. “Now stand over there, Claire.” The menacing marital member took a step and lined up behind and one step to the side of Zoe who was bent over in the elevator. Swish-Thud! “One” Swip-Thud! “Two”Zoe bucked her butt high up in the air, and then grabbed her cute rear before begging the Mrs. Underwood to stop, “It hurts bad. I have learned my lesson please no more.”Claire pushed Zoe back down telling her the tenacious ‘congressman bedder’, she would double the number of strokes if the reporter did.