" He walked out with a leer, matched only by the one on Karl's face.When my shit-head husband had picked me up, I didn't even bother telling him what ...ad happened. He didn't care about fucking me anyway; he reserved that for my daughter.So Karl grabbed me and pushed me onto my face. He lifted my gown and without pleasantries, stuck a needle in my ass as I struggled. In less than a minute, I was mellow, rolling over to look up at him. I know what I said, yet I had no idea that I was saying. Ghoomne lage. Mujhe savitri ki yaad aa rahi thi unhone poocha- mintu us din tumen chatai kyon hatayee thi jaan boojhkar ya dhoke se. Maine kaha dhoke se hat gayi thi. Did ne poocha- kaisi lagi thi main. Maina poocha- kyon aap toh waise bhi aachi hain phir esa kyon pooch rahi hain. Did ne kaha- maine to tumhe bas 5 sal se nanganahin dekha warna to tum nange hi ghoomte the, par mujhe to tumne bagair kaapde ke dekh liya hai main kaisi lagi thi. Mujhe iski aasha hi nahin thi aur mere mooh se nikla. Her honey-coated words wreak of vinegar. Soon, I am left with a sour taste in my own mouth. My light is extinguished by my other emotion - anxiety. And what follows is the thought, bad girl.At the end of the day, my mate walks through the door, immediately spying my frazzled face. The twinkle is gone from my eyes. My tone is low and clipped. His multiple attempts to draw me out fail. Quickly he withdraws his hand that just touched ice on my shoulder. He can't reach me. I am cool, disconnected,. "Ohhhh, fuck me!" Julie moaned as she ground her thighs hard together, wiggling her wet, trembling pussy at him like some kind of battle flag."Right on, Mom," Byron said as he watched Julie reach down and start to stroke her clit again. She groaned, closing her eyes and rolling her head from side to side as she drove the fingers of her right hand deep into her juicing cunt. Julie hunched her thighs forward as she felt her pussy-walls clamp down hard on her hand."Can't have you jacking off.".