They both walk in silence for a while. “Dad’s going away again tonight,” Casey says softly, breaking the silence. “Yeah,” Harry responds, a ...mile touching his lips. He and his sister had talked about their night with their mother a few times now, speculating about if it would happen again. “Think Mum’s gonna do anything?” Casey asks her brother, a small blush creeping across her cheeks as she feels herself moisten at the thought. “I dunno... maybe,” says Harry. He pauses a while. “Though.... The pain was so bad I could only halfway understand what he was saying. He began to build a rhythm. I was struggling, struggling, but I couldn’t get away.“You got my Dad fired.” Coach said as he continued to rape my vagina hitting my cervix on every drive. “Lucky for us, Mom is the District Judge around here.” He continued to thrust me as he talked.“She couldn’t do anything about the civil suit of course, but when you report this you can be sure I won’t be doing any jail time.” Coach laughed.. Not yet anyway. “Get here at seven pm, and we can start the night.”“Seven it is.” Emily said. She shifted coquettishly before me and blushed again. “Um, is it fancy drinks? Like, what should I wear?”“I’m sure I can trust you to choose something appropriate.” I said, reaching out with a hand and cupping her cheek gently. Emily looked at me me with wide, surprised eyes but then she leaned into my palm - closing her eyes to mere slits. I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “But it doesn’t matter in. Other than to play her music), she returned to the car to help with the rest of the stuff, her and his luggage and boxes of food...the almost frozen air hits her face and tingles her nose ... she pulls the scarf tighter around her and runs over to him ... she smiles ... he looks at her and takes her into his arms ... kissing her nose... "go inside I'll bring these in" ... she grabs at some bags... "brrrrrr" she whispers and returns...throwing the bags by the bed ... its large and has a rout.