Ab story pe aate hai.Aaj suresh kuch planning karke aaya tha isliye usne bina underwear ke shorts pehan rakhe the.Jab me bathroom me tha to usne mauka...dekhke apna lund aisr adjust kiya ki uske lund shorts se thoda bahar jhankne laga.Mummy ki najar jab lund pe padi to unke muh se aur chut , dono se paani aane laga. Ab mummy suresh ke aur kareeb aa gayi aur uske lode ke pass darshan karne lagi.Kyunki lund shorts me tha isliye meri mummy ko lund ke sahi se darshan nahi ho pa rahe the , isliye wo. Ze prutste met één vinger aan zijn riem. "Laat dat !" Met volle vuist greep ze de riem en trok hem tegen haar aan. "Ik doe met jou wat ik wil, nietwaar meisjes." Ze joelden enthousiast. Ze schoof haar hand lager tot op zijn kruis, en begon zijn dikke bult tekneden. "Hé, néé, oh, stop, dat kan niet." Ze lachtte al haar witte tanden bloot en gleed met haar tong over haar bovenlip. "Toch ! Toch wel knaapje, dat kan wel. Trouwens ben je homo of zo." "Nee, natuurlijk niet." "Wel dan, geniet er maar. Then he'd berate her for being frigid. Other times, when she'd try to refuse his drunken advances, he'd accuse her of fucking other men, and even of being a whore. Always it was her fault, never Hank's. Well, now she knew she'd never go back to him. Her thoughts rambled on like this for what seemed like hours, then she finally, after an hour of crying, fell into a deep, dreamy sleep.In Janie's dream she could see two lovers on a bed. The man's cock was deep inside the woman's pussy. Janie heard. Colette watched her Grandfather sitting in the backyard, drinking whiskey. She played with her Barbie dolls, only bothered a little by her nine year old Brother, Lou, running about with a large plastic model of a B17 bomber. The boy flew about the garden with his toy bomber, attacking whatever it is that nine year old boys attack with toy bombers. She concentrated on her dolls, ignoring him, as she usually did.She doesn't know what made her look up, at her grandfather. There was something.