"S'ok love. Start afresh up here."Annabel sniffed. "I ain't got George. He promised me and he ain't come. Mum's in and out of clinic. I don't have a c...oice. I just gotta get rid of the car." If it's stolen..." I nicked if from Tony. 'E owns it but it ain't mine."Margaret snorted. "Well then if he reports it as stolen, he will know where it is found. You better take it somewhere." Off a cliff?" Was thinking Glasgae or Carlisle. Leave it outside a Police Station with the keys in."Annabel gave a. It was 2am and I was lying in bed, home from my night out down the local. Emma still hadn’t returned. I had been tossing and turning for the past hour. All I could think about was my girlfriend fucking Steve down a back alley. I must of drifted off for a brief moment as I remember being startled by the front door being slammed shut. It was Emma she sounded drunk by the way she was stumbling about. I played dumb and pretended to be asleep but she flung open our bedroom door and put the big light. " Okay, but don't scare me like that again, okay?" she scolded him as she started combing her hair again."How come you came home by yourself?" Greg asked as he stepped closer to her and lovingly wrapped his hands around her huge conical mounds of soft, pink flesh, lifting and caressing them."Everyone else decided to go see 'The Piano,' but I had seen it twice," she said, enjoying the touch of her son's hand on her rapidly enlarging nipples, "so I came back alone and when I didn't find you, I. I open wide for everyone and they all take turns seeing how far they can get their cocks down my throat. All those hours we spent at the bar practicing with bottles has really paid off.One of them grabs me firmly by the face, "You are a good little whore, aren't you." "Me love suckee American cock."I actually speak better English than this, but I know they love the me-love-you-long-time accent. My eyes have adjusted to the lights and I can see clearly. Mr. Ferragamo is sitting at the edge of.