To further dive her terror home, I pulled up one of the nipples and pantomimed cutting it off with the knife. This had the desired effect and her eyes...went wide and she tried to screen through the gag as I nicked it slightly with the blade. I hit the little cunt hard across her face several times with my open hand until she quieted down and went back to merely sobbing. A little trickle of blood began flowing from her now swelling lips into the dirty rag stuffing her mouthSliding down her. "It will give us a chanceto talk." I'd like that," I said as I guided my father's hand to my hips. "Maybewe can go outside and I can have a cigarette and we talk a little moreprivately. I'm just thinking the things we might talk about might be alittle personal, if you know what I mean."The music began and my father and I fell into an awkward kind of rhythm.Despite how it looked, he wasn't my brother. He was my father and I knowwe both felt it. Pretending is just so weird, you know? And I. His mother must have baked one of herfamous pies. He entered the kitchen, and on the granite counter top,there was a note from his mom. The note read:Jason,Your father and I have gone out to dinner with some of his clients.There are leftovers in the fridge, and I made a peach cobbler! Get tobed early tonight sweetie, the big game is tomorrow.Love always,MomJason just rolled his eyes. It was already six PM, and he was actuallypretty tired all of a sudden. It was as if a wave of drowsiness. I could feel the muscles slide along my cock as she did it, like I was in her throat.------------------------Paige, my wife of 43 years, had finally lost all her memories from Alzheimer's and I'd been going crazy. I detested that disease with a passion that consumed me. It seethed inside, bubbling like a boiling pot until I thought I'd explode.She was in a home and well taken care of. She talked and was friendly and everyone there liked her, but when I went to see her she'd look at me and.