Though she didn't stomp, it was clear from her deliberate tread that she wasn't happy. Exasperated and already stressed, Dad muttered something under ...is breath and settled back into his papers. I left for the kitchen, ostensibly to make myself some hot chocolate but just as much to escape. I made a couple of extra mugs, one for each of my parents and carried a tray into the living room, offering one to my Dad."Oh, thanks Mike. Did you make one for your Mom?"I nodded at the two mugs left on the. And now it was too late. *** Just hurry up and stick it in my ass, said Gloria, grabbing the headboard. She felt a slight chill as David spread the lube around her asshole. Dont spill any of that, she said. It can stain. The closet door was slightly open, and she was in the middle of counting Michaels blue ties hanging inside when she felt the tip of Davids cock push into her. She buried her face in the pillow and screamed. It always hurt a little at first. It was her favorite part. Michael had. I want to do more than survive. I want to live. I want to raise children to know their heritage, to have the advantage of an education, and to mature into persons I will be proud to claim as my children." She smiled grimly. "It doesn't take 'a community to raise a child.' However, it does take a community to hang on to civilization."The buzz started again. A few people came up to talk to us or went to talk to Dad. We talked to folks but tried to remain watchful. I figured that this could turn. And he meant that in a long term way. But what if he reacted the same way Chuck had? She wasn't sure she could survive another rejection like that. She had believed Chuck loved her too. But Bob wasn't like Chuck in very many ways at all. To be honest, Chuck had been a better lover, at least in terms of knowing how to manipulate orgasms in her. But what Bob offered her had an additional component that Chuck had never oiffered ... or even possessed.Bob cared as much or more about how she felt as.