But Buzz knew it. Those cocksuckers were lurking everywhere, smoking dope and sniffing glue and raping innocent girls, girls like his darling daughter... Sylvia. She was the apple of his piercing eye, little Sylvia was. A good girl - not like her whoring mother.Buzz parked the Dodge half a block from the house. He finished his cigarette slowly. There was nothing behind the tree. It was so quiet you could hear a mouse pissing on a lawn. He picked up the mike on the dash and quietly called in his. While she was washing her hair she thought about what she wanted to say to AJ, how she wanted to say it. How much should she tell him? There was so much, not just what she did, but the training and, well just so many things.She stepped from behind the shower curtain and reached for a towel to wrap around her hair and another to dry off with. She had time to spare on primping a little before the mirror, to apply a little makeup beneath her eyes to cover the circles and apply a light hand of. Her legs could find no purchase on the edge of the bed and simply rested idly either side of Lezza’s head.Elise never stopped sucking our cocks; always one after the other, but her moans were becoming more intense. Her breathing laboured and she tried to raise her bottom off the bed in response to Lezza’s actions, while still stroking both cocks at the same time. The sweat smell of pussy invaded the room and I could see from my position that Lezza had Elise’s pink lips open and was feeding a. Carol screamed. She immediately turned to run but he quickly grabbed her arm in his vise-like grip. She stifled another scream when she saw the knife being held to her chest."Shut up bitch or I'll cut you," he whispered menacingly.She began whimpering as he forced her back into the living room and roughly shoved her down on the couch. She was frozen in fear, her mind blanking out the screams coming from her own daughter Kelly."Shut her up," he yelled at Carol. "I don't want to hurt no young.