"'My Carl'??" Curry misheard.Deborah heard only Curry, "I told you she was a weirdo." Do you think that the kind of treatment turns her on?" Hey!! The...e was nothing wrong with how Carl treated girls! He was just misunderstood!" Carla was saying even before her speed took her to the door.The two girls (one in a step-in check print) lowered their eyes to the black, lacy and satiny panties that'd slipped down to one ankle."Bimbo," Deborah frowned. "Bimbo,"Curry didn't frown. "Oh, man!"Carla. As they left the hotel, Sarah linked her arm through her father's and smiled up at him. He smiled down at her, his heart beating hard in his chest. They walked in silence a few moments. Nick could feel the rise of the breasts lightly touching his arm as she inhaled the salty sharpness of the sea air. "Mmmmm. I love the smell of the ocean," she said blissfully.Nick cleared his throat. "Hungry?" he asked. "Famished!" she exclaimed. He nodded slightly, unsure of what to say next. He couldn't. I was so confused. Could Mr. Miller be right? Was I really just a nasty little slut who liked being raped? Was it even rape anymore? I’d sucked his cock willingly and played with myself for him. I lay there feeling confused and crying and had just convinced myself that it was rape, that I didn’t enjoy it when I heard someone moving around inside the house. I knew Mr. Miller was back. As soon as I knew he was back I whimpered because my bald cunt started juicing up. He’d be coming into. He hated the Grinch as much as the holiday season, so he punched the Grinch in the nose, sending it hurling back in the yard.Arriving home, he grabbed a snack from the kitchen.He walked by his parents, and told them, “I am tired from work today and going to bed. My car broke down and I had to walk home, I will take care of the car in the morning.”He went up to his bedroom, decided to get comfortable jumping into his bed. He turned on his laptop and went to one of his favorite porn sites..