I walk in and am comforted by the cozy decor. The Thanksgiving decorations, painted portraits of Mexican churches, and flowers cut from the garden. I ...alk past the kitchen and notice something good is cooking. I walk in to the kitchen and lift the lid of a pot on the stove and take a whiff. "Te hice un caldo de fideo"(I made you fideo[type of pasta] soup) she says smiling and looking me over from head to toe. "Mmm thank you" I say in English. I speak fluent Spanish, but for a couple of years. They had decided to make her life a living hell and were doing a darn good job of it. They could not possibly know they had the wrong person.7. Robert continued to try and muddle through but things were rough. As much as he ached inside to be with her, he avoided Claire. He could not bear to have her know how badly he was coping. It was terribly lonely. He was a stranger to Claire's family although he appreciated that they seemed to be loving and kind people. He was unable to master 'girl. 'Now now Jonesey dear', said Sara very motherly, and she reached forward taking his massive member lovenly in her hand, and slowly jerked him up and down, whispering into his ear, 'You like to fuck this little babe, shes virginal you know', at which she looked up at me with a broad smile on her lips and a naughty wink in her eye.'He's cumming', I blurted as I noted the fluid escape from the slit in the head of his massive bulbous cock. Sara stopped, looked down, then back up to me, 'Pre-cum. .." Elaine protested, flinching away from another blow."No 'buts' young lady. Do as you're told." Helen demanded, back-handing the other side of her face."... I love her!" She insisted, warding off the next blow with the hand that held the bottle. It slipped from her grasp, flew over her mothers shoulder and detonated against the wall like a grenade."You what?" Helen stared at her daughter as though she'd just been slapped herself."We're in love." Alison said, raising herself on one hand to.