Her mother was crying."Mom?" She tapped lightly on the door.The weeping continued. A thought whisked over the periphery of her awareness: perhaps her ...other had seen Derek and perhaps he'd told her of the afternoon fuck session they'd enjoyed.But surely her mother wouldn't be broken up over that. After all, they'd both shared a single man simultaneously. Neither had been particularly broken up about it; quite the contrary -- her mother had seemed all the more turned on for the experience."Mom?". I knodded yes. “You’re such a hot fuck.” I bet you a really dirty submissive bitch and a dirty submissive bitches love Dixie biscuits." I looked at him with a puzzled face. “Do you know what a Dixie biscuit is?” I shook my head no. “It is a dick is dirty from fucking an ass.” With that he pulled out and got up. Told me to get on the floor on my knees and I did as told. He brought his dick close to my face. “Where has my dick been bitch?” “My ass sir.” I looked at is Dixie. My biceps had expanded to the point that when I flexed it looked like I had a baseball hidden under my skin. I decided that this year I was going out for the girls track team. I had to go shopping for some new shirts to wear to school. My old ones were no longer appropriate for school. Mom seemed to be walking around the house with a little more of a spring in her step, she seemed happier than I had seen her in years. Dad too, was smiling a lot more than he used to. When he could, he too would. She was already pulling him to the bed as she responded to his drunk tirade. “Yes. I am going to put you to bed, and hopefully gets some sleep of my own.”“Good. I am going to need some sleep for tomorrow.”William was in bed as Ruth laid him down. He was able to swing his legs over before Ruth began to unbutton his shirt. He flipped his boots off and quickly between the two of them he was topless with Ruth pulling the covers over him. She knew sheets were easy to clean, but the washing of his.