Did you say anything? I suspect they might be together.” “No, I didn’t want to deal with it on the phone,” I said. “Good,” And you, how ar... you holding up? “OK, I guess. Well no, actually, it’s been a tough day,” I confessed."I occupied myself by making a great bouillabaisse for dinner tonight, but since Phil isn’t coming home…perhaps you would like to come over for dinner,” she said. “Is it arsenic free?” I teased. “Yes, yes,” she said, laughing, “I could never poison my own bouillabaisse.”. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its engines behind me.This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you. It was the first Saturday after the Sunday that everything changed. Billy and I were out collecting fire wood when we heard a loud noises coming from the direction of the tree fort. When we had left to get the wood, Mike had been fucking Cindy doggy style near where the escape cable ended. I had remembered watching them rut in the grass a few feet in front of where the dirt stop pit was.Billy and I looked at each other and ran toward the fort. I could now distinctly hear gruff voices of adult. ..i went to get my long black coat (used often when i went out with nothing on underneath) so as i could at least cover myself up as it was just getting to dusk outside and i didnt fancy the neighbours seeing me tottering up the road, needless to say i wasnt allowed to wear it......he sat me on the kitchen floor crossed legged like a naughty school girl and told me that it was fancy dress and no one would take any notice of me, he pushed my head onto hes crutch, i could feel hes bulge and told.