Maybe, he feared, she would also leave him someday, when shetired of cooking and cleaning and washing other people's laundry."I'm sorry, Momma."She gl...red at him once more, fixing him with her angry stare for a longmoment, before she said, "Why couldn't you have been a girl? Then, maybeyou would be more of a help to me around the house, instead of alwaysbeing a burden to me. Boys are selfish. All they ever think of isthemselves. You're just like your father: lazy, selfish,. I thought he was going to leave but he took Carol by the hand and asked her up to his room. She looked over at me and said, "Carl, your fantasy is about to come true. We will be in room 402 and the door will be unlocked if you can make your way up there. We will start without you so if you don't want to miss anything you had better hurry."I tried to tell her that I didn't want it to happen anymore but she was gone in a flash with George. He must have been a few years older than us. He had. He panted as she slumped back against him in exhaustion.Placing her on the ground, his cock slid out of her, causing his load to flood out of her and down her leg.He chuckled softly and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her back over to the couch by the fireplace.Sitting down with her on his lap, he wrapped his arms around her and burrowed his nose in her hair.She was too exhausted to move or say anything, so she just leaned against his chest, her head rising and falling with his. She paused a few moments, looking at Steve, before moving over to the bed. She sat down, her legs opening just enough for Steve to see her icy white panties. He took a sip of the whiskey as he stared at her. She gently patted the soft duvet beside her, longing for him to join her. He quickly obliged, recklessly planting himself down next to her. “How old are you Steve?” she asked as her hand squeezed his thigh. “Sixteen,” he answered, his focus on her hand. She hummed in excitement, loving the.