However, when Laura's mother joined them, it was obvious that Laura had inherited her mother's gestalt, because her mother was even smaller than her d...ughter. It looked a bit surreal.Laura's dad looked at Sandra and said, "I don't want to be blunt, but I'm sure we can handle it now. Thanks for telling us what our daughter did, it must have been difficult for you to come in our home in your condition." It's nothing," Sandra said with a smile. "She stood up for me, so I only returned the favor.". Her oil pastels are scattered, any pretense of working on her art folio abandoned. She can't stop watching him. Watching Rhys. She started coming here in winter, when the school swimming season was well and truly over. She'd bring an A3 sketchbook and work from memory, drawing birds,friends, still lifes. It was quiet, and the occasional beam of sunlight would finger through a window and reflect off the lapping salted water. Then, one day, a thunderous splash distracted her. She looked up,. “Now, tell me where you were on your way to when you got caught in the snow, children,” he said condescendingly. “You should have called on me for help in the first place.”“None of your business,” Maddie said sharply.“It’s okay, Maddie,” Keith soothed. “We’re in the middle of nowhere with no support. I’ll tell you what you want to know.”“Keith!” Maddie exclaimed. He laid a hand on her leg and gave a gentle squeeze. She calmed and listened to the story he wove.“We were trying to reach the. Holding his face and kissing his lips as he carries me to the bed, all I can think is how I need this man. Laying back on the bed with lust in my eyes as he rips my dress from me. Oh, how I love when he takes what is his. Oh, how I love when his face disappears, between the thickness of my thighs. Oh my baby, just like that. Taste mommas juices. Make love to your pussy with your tongue. Slow and passionate, act like I've been gone and you miss it. Damn, I fucking love it daddy. You got me.