Fanelli fell to the ground, cradling his arm in pain.Chloe stood over Fanelli, her eyes were wide and she didn’t move.“Chloe!” I said sharply. S...e didn’t respond, so I shook her shoulder. “Chloe, talk to me. Are you hurt?”Her eyes blinked and she looked up at me. “Hurt?” she asked, then felt herself and finally shook her head. “No.”“Good,” I said. “Now, which car is yours?”She nodded at a black Aston Martin.“Get in your car and start the heater to get warm,” I said. “I’m going to call a. After that, a spiritual leader (or daddy) could have the pleasure of watching her belly bloom while feeding her and her mother--not a good deal even with pussy thrown in.Life with Steve and Judy Agnus was no picnic, but no horror, either. Judy was not a sharing woman, and did not believe in bigamy, veiled or otherwise. What Steve could sneak in was tolerated, but she made sure the other women under their roof earned their keep and knew their place. Susan and Jackie shared a room, a small room. She tried sating her bodies hunger by masturbating multiple times a day; she even masturbated five times in a day once. Nothing could give her the kind of orgasm she was looking for, she was just so hungry for his body, to feel his wet kisses on the inside of her leg, to feel his breath on her clit, to feel his tongue inside her. She absently stuck her hand in her pants as she thought about it. Mmm yes, she would have him eat her out, nice and slow, and then she would let him fuck her. Hard. . I didn’t think about it in terms of how it would affect you in that sense, nor did Enid, I guess. Just please ... understand. This is a beautiful family tradition, originally intended as a surprise ... a pleasant surprise, if you will, especially for the husbands. But also the wives, of course,” Horace smiled after Enid coughed a bit.My father-in-law was definitely a straight guy and that was a good thing from my perspective. He was not my type. He was, however, a pleasant enough and ruggedly.