Don’t look at the screen like that! It was only fair.Besides, I did cook it with some raisins for a little added iron and vitamins and etc. And Gosh...Darn it, it were my Gol’ Darn kitchen and a man can cook whatever he wants; it’s in the Magna Carta.And if Jenny tells you otherwise ... well you shouldn’t believe anyone who thinks that “Thppt!” is a point winning argument. Nor should you believe anyone who thinks that finger flicks to bruises settle anything either. I mean, her arm-twisting. Her husband would be home soon and she needed another release.She couldn’t go willingly to her son. As long as he had those pictures and was the one making the demands, she could tell herself she had no choice.That she wasn’t a son fucking deviant.She wanted his cock so bad. Was he going to make her beg for it? Beg like a street whore?She closed the door to her bedroom. Fumbling in her underwear drawer she found her dildo. A big purple cock that vibrated. Cold plastic, though. Not warm like. I'm just protecting your brass, sir! Idon't know from what yet- I haven't got that far." Uncle Rick, you're not making any sense! Mina told me to expectcasualties so I grabbed my bag and reported to the bridge. I had noidea that I'd be treating a compound fracture or even a deep chestwoun...!" Emily stopped short- a look of confusion descended on her."Just my point, Emily! How do you know what injuries await you?" I...I...I just...I don't know." Emily stopped and looked around for theanswer.. Father K pushes her head back and forth again and again and again till he cums, spilling it into the girl's mouth and over some of her face."What are you?" Father K asks." A filthy slut Father." Whose filthy slut?" Yours Father." Bend over."The girl bends over and Father K sits on the chair then pulls the girl's bent over body onto his lap. He lifts the girl's skirt up to her waist and pulls her knickers down to her knees exposing her ass. With his right hand palm down on the girl's back he.