" I told her honestly."She's with my mother tonight for Disney on Ice and a sleepover at Grandma's." She said suggestively.After a few drinks we left ...ogether for her place, me following her car. I parked in her driveway and she walked me around the house showing me her roses and then her deck and pool. Her five year marriage netted her a pretty nice house as a reward for catching a cheating husband. I don't know the reason why he cheated, but it couldn't be for finding a better looking woman.. A surge of brief high-pitched coos escaped her. Inside her, it was warm and tight, just like he had always imagined. Matt pushed the opening of the short’s leg hole to the side. The fabric was loose and stretchy. It was easy to expose his step sister’s bald pussy lips. A string of her juices stuck to the crotch of her shorts as he did.She’s not wearing any panties, Matt marveled.He looked up at her as his fingertips kissed the lips of her pussy. Her mouth was open as she panted, her eyes locked. ‘Can we just talk about it?’ ‘I’m TIRED of talking about it. I want you to actually DO something about it!’ Anger… anger… a little bit of a snap wrapped around a desperate plea. Trying to keep patience… ‘What?! What do you want me to do???’ ‘You know.’ quietly. tiredly. ‘What? You want me to be all over you in public?’ voice rising, ‘you want to show everyone how you OWN me?’ ‘STOP YELLING AT ME!’ pleading look, tears well up… in return anger. ‘STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME!’ Tears spill over. On easter holiday i´ve decided there was enough...and prisoner 666 would learn how to "behave" according to "the-shelter" that "accepted" him, when we know even nowehere else he would live in, and could be "erased" as merely "target" by "his-mates" convicts.i brought irons and i stopped in front of his "place", i hit hard the irons on the cell door and yealled, today you will get "enjoyment", 666...i pulled him to the cell door and cuffed him, taped his mouth with the best tape and tight.