I can recall their laughter as I lay in my bed at night. Lila would often comment that I was getting more and more like my father and mum would give m... a long hard look and say “yes I suppose he is”.When I was about 13 my mum started to let me grow my hair, rather than the short shorn look I had always had. My hair went from being straight and blonde to, at first wavy then curly and darkened in the process too over a period of time.(I think it all happened as I went through puberty?).At about. And don't forget the housekeeper. She adores Caroline and would do anything for her." But it's still tiring, isn't it?" Well I just told you..." I know, I know, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." Well, what are you getting at, Bernie?" I ... I was wondering if..." Bernie, please get to the point." Have you and Joe..." No we haven't. Not yet, anyway." Then Val, engulfed in what would later be termed a light postpartum depression, began to cry. Bernie held Val close to her chest and tried to. I pulled back a little before pushing my cock in a bit further, deeper into the wetness of her pussy. Keeping a steady rhythm with each slow stroke that went on for a while when suddenly, Sharon took a sharp intake of breath. She closed her legs around my buttocks, tightly and locked her ankles, hanging onto me as another orgasm rolled across her belly. It was so intense I could feel her mussels gripping and pulsating around my cock. I started to fuck her again, touching the neck of her womb. All of the wires had the red and black bullet connectors, but each seemed to have a different, unknown, purpose. One set had a smaller, tapered tube that seemed to be made of black plastic with two strips of brass running up the side of the tube. I held the tube in my hand turning it slowly trying to figure out what it did and then suddenly I remembered an ad for an “anal torpedo” which had popped up on my laptop when I was checking out a porn for girls site.“Oh my God!” I squealed, “an anal.