Jazz stepped out of her jeans, as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and off. Jazz stepped into the bath, slo...ly lowering herself down into the hot water, taking a few moments to just enjoy the relaxing heat before lathering up a soft sea sponge with body wash. She slowly swirled the sponge over her skin, as she thought about the night before and the night to come. Jazz closed her eyes as moved the sponge over and around her breasts, imagining her father. Kelly's desk was closest to the door and she realized that Susan was crying while Mike was trying to suppress his own tears. When asked what was the matter, Susan said, "Miss Maguire, we need to be punished. What Mike and I just did was utterly inexcusable!" But what did you just do?" Kelly asked. Marty had stopped work and was now listening intently as well."Mike and I deliberately tortured King. We were supposed to be sleeping. I don't know what came over us, but we decided we would pull out. Friday night came round soon enough, and Kim and I were sat watching TV next to each other on the couch. I had a bottle of lager, Kim a glass of white and we were bickering mostly good naturedly about what to watch next. She wanted some reality TV bollocks and I was thinking more of Zombieland on Blu-ray.The doorbell rang, only a few minutes after the appointed time. Kim looked at me to answer it, but I just shrugged. “Lazy bastard!” she complained. I slapped her tidy denim-clad arse as she. "How come?" he grinned. "Because it's i****t? I just studied that in college, in an anthropology class. I just don't see what's so awful about it?"Donna gawked at him. Her eldest son was a lot more sophisticated than she'd thought. He'd actually been reading about i****t, thinking about it. And tonight he'd decided to give it the old college try. He'd deliberately tried to turn on his own mother, and obviously he liked it."Some cultures allow i****t," he was telling her as he stroked her body.