He watched for a few more minutes and then went back up stairsdeciding to stop off in the bathroom on his way to bed.As he stood by the toilet bowl wa...ting for something to happen henoticed Clair's clothes on the chair. There was the skirt she had wornthat day and her blouse, her funny bra thing and her tights andpanties. Her high-heeled shoes were also under the chair. He picked upthe tights from the pile and rubbed them against his cheek, feeling howsmooth they were and remembering how they. You got a mouth you like to use,” I replied. “Do you just hate my dad and me?” Tim asked. He had a point for asking. I was never happy about his dad marrying my mom. I might have come across as being cold to him. “Well no, I don't hate you two. But it's just disappointing when your parents divorce. I want my mom to be happy don't get me wrong, but I still wanted my parents to get back together at some point,” I replied. “Well I'm sorry it didn't work out, but you still seem to really hate me.. After a few more of these thrusts her squeals were those of more pain than pleasure. Although her body was pulled tight her body went rigid her buttocks clenched and she gave a loud scream through the gag. Her eyes fluttered as she had her first hard orgasm making her juices start running down the inside of her thighs. Peter felt his wifes arsehole massage his hard pulsating cock and he couldn’t hold on any longer. He came hard into her tight arsehole with a grunt before slowing to a stop. He. !” he tried again.“Apparently you do make a practice of assaulting girls in the street though,” I added.“The girl deserved it. She spilled a whole pail of milk on the ground. There will be none for the children now,” he claimed belligerently.“And a two copper pail of milk is worth a beating like this?” I asked.At this point, the mayor rushed up and inquired, “What is going on here?” He was followed by a contingent of the town guard.“This man was beating the girl lying on the street,” I informed.