.. A bunch of young, bendy birch twigs!" How many strokes can we give him... sorry, 'her...' each?" Alice asked."Karen, I'll allow you to choose. A mi...imum of six. A maximum of twenty-four... EACH!" Helen presented my P.A. with the choice."A simple choice then Helen. Twenty-four strokes each! Ninety-six in total! Pippa deserves every one of them, I think!" Karen chose."Let's get changed first, mum." Susan and Helen left the room. Karen pushed her Latex dick back inside me, and began to pump it. She had never imagined her children would tell her to leave the house and never come back. To learn they wanted to trade up in mothers had hit her like a knife through the back. John taking the children's side had been the final blow. She couldn't comprehend why they didn't understand how much she was doing for them.Dwelling on her problems was just giving her a headache. She went over to her laptop and logged into the bank account. It was time to pay the bills. She wondered if it would be the. "Hi! I'm your Aunty Maureen," she announced to Kari and Sammie. The same affinity was there."Are you my Daddy's sister?" Kari asked, in her cute little American accent."I am, and you and your brother are adorable! Shall we go and meet your cousin, Sarah—she's not quite as big as you two yet."Kari looked up at me and smiled, then took Maureen's hand and toddled off. Sammie still clung to his mother's neck. I'd never really felt that close to my sister up until then, but I admired the way that. Under his breath Jim sighed.Jim disappeared as soon as he finished eating, slipping away quietly. At first I thought he had gone to the bathroom, but he didn’t come back. I was a bit startled when I first noticed his absence; the rest of us hadn’t finished, being too caught up chatting.“So have you been Jim’s friend long?” Jean asked kindly. At this point I wanted to put as much distance between myself and Jim as possible so I explained, truthfully, that I hardly knew him and that this was the.