“Thank you so much! You did such a good job, making me cum so hard!”"I'm glad, sweetie” he smiled, pulling his drenched fingers out of her juicy...cunt, and cupping one of her firm tits in his hand, added, “Now don’t you have a job to finish, too, sweetheart?” "Mmmm," she softly purred, feeling his strong, firm hand slide across her bare tit until his fingers found her erect nipple. A delicious shudder rippled through her body as her dad grasped her sensitive tit bud in his meaty paw, squeezing. Nothing needed to be said. Yet again I'd shown to the worldhow weak and useless I was. I couldn't even walk home without mybrother's protection. Why was I ever born?That evening I tucked into burnt fish fingers. I'm sure that my tastebuds had died years ago, suffering the torture of my Mum's cooking.Actually it could be worse; Dad could be cooking. Dad only knows how tocook one thing and that is beans on toast. The toast was normally burntand the beans cooked till the tomato sauce. ” She took a drink of wine and breathed in its aroma. “Do you know how to farm? Can you cut the head off a chicken? Know how to get through a winter hunting deer?” Her voice raised on each point, yet it was still somewhat melodious.“Jesus Steve, think of the health care, which is what, tonics? What is the dental even? You get a cavity- all they can do is pull it?” Her face was almost angry, and her full breasts were heaving from her verbal assault as she started to lean over the table at him.. She gripped him by the arm, leading him down the hall."In here," she said, glancing to the right and to the left, then tugging open the door of a cramped broom closet. "It'll only take a few minutes. In here's fine." This is a closet!" he protested, glaring at her stupidly. "What's the matter with you?"Vickie gave him a quick nudge and suddenly they were both inside the tiny cubicle, face to face, their bodies touching. She thrust her tits at him, mashed them against his chest. Her arms circled.