After lunch, Mum went off to have an afternoon nap. Step-dad and I stayed on the balcony. It was private and we started chatting. He was in his swimmi...g shorts, I was in my bikini bottoms and had pulled a white crop-top over my bare titties (what little I had at that time. I had been topless sun-bathing all week).I don't know why I started it but I started messing and squirted water from my water bottle at my step-dad. His response was the nuclear option of soaking me with a whole bottle; my. Will you come with me to Bombay Nights? I'd like some company as I eat."Emma thought, frowned, shrugged and her expression cleared. "Okay ... that sounds like fun, actually." Great!"It wasn't the first time they'd had a meal, or at least a snack, together. It was far from the first time they'd told each other things about themselves, but on that occasion, Emma found herself expanding on the superficial account she had given of how she'd come to be at the Rectory; how she'd run away from an. I’ve got to close it up until the cops arrive.”One of the other homeless men poured himself a cup of coffee from the urn and took a sip. He fell to the ground in convulsions and died. As one, the homeless backed away shouting, “The coffee is poisoned!”A wave of real fear swept through the crowd. They understood natural deaths and violent deaths, but this kind of thing was beyond their experience. Someone was trying to kill them.“Damn,” Chuck Wagon swore. He’d heard of trial by fire, but this. When we arrive home, you come around to my side and help me out of the car. You do not allow me to put my pants on, so my ass is on display to whomever is passing by. You drag me inside and just inside the front door you push me to my knees - onto the pillow I keep by the door because I greet you on my knees so often - take your pants down and push your very hard cock into my mouth. Grabbing the back of my head and pushing down my throat. My nails are digging and scraping up the back of your.