’ ‘No, that’s chicken shit. You carry the blame for your own foibles.’ ‘Foibles. How do you know a word like foibles?’ ‘My mom uses it o...casionally and grandma uses it.’ Dorothy soothed. ‘Here is your coffee. If I put it down promise not to throw it at one another?’ ‘It’s cool Dorothy. We won’t trade blows. We are just two turkeys who have been strangers for a while shifting about to find our pecking order.’ ‘What the fuck are you talking about?’ ‘Julie!’ ‘It’s cool Dorothy. Everyone but you. For everyone else, be thankful for the 1st Amendment. I hope you all enjoy! As I sat there on the coach recovering from the intense orgasm I just had, I felt my cock slip out of Mandys very wet pussy. She groaned in disapproval and snuggled up against my neck. What a transformation she went through, I thought as I rubbed her ass. I guess now she was thinking of me as her protector. She sure as hell didnt want Tyrese coming anywhere near her with that monster cock of his! Well, she was about . Her brown hair was pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck and a pair of reading glasses rested on her nose. A pair of sensible flat shoes finished off her attire. She appeared much older than her years. Marian – Marian the librarian. What a cruel hand she had been dealt when her parents named her that. They were an older couple who never thought they would be blessed with children. Marian came into their lives when they were in their mid-fifties. She was only five when her father died that. More for me." She got down a box of hot chocolate packets and an unopened bag of mini marshmallows. Bill had three cups ready, and began opening the packets of brown powder.Ai sat on the counter next to the refrigerator, watching. She wished she could eat, and drink, food. It wasn't so much the desire to taste, as she more than enjoyed the taste of Bill and Julie, but instead a fascination with the ritual of eating. There was custom, and a certain way each type of food was prepared, served, and.