.. NO KILLING THE TV ... READ THE BOOK ... NO KILLING THE TV ... READ THE BOOK ... NO KILLING THE TV ... READ THE BOOK..."AARRGGHH!!!" exclaimed Seph.... "Ok ... Gimmie the book, Miss Fortune ... can I call you Missy? I can? Thank you." Thanks ... I hate my parents..." Missy said."Wear Persephone for a couple days. I've been called Phony, Percy, Horny, Persyphlis, Purr, Perry, Pussy ... and those are the ones I remember ... highschool is so cruel." I had no idea ... Misfortune is as bad as it's. She slowly creeps towards him as she shudders and moans deep in her throat.Fuck, I'm gonna suck that cock...'Now, AfternoonLauren was in the laundry room, pressing her moist and by now well over-sexed cunt against the washing machine as it gave it's final cycle.There was nothing dirty to wash, having finished cleaning both of her Son's and her Daughter's soiled sheets hours ago. Instead she ran her own panties through the wash over and over again as she thought about her boys dicks, her. I dropped it with a scream but the two womenonly laughed, picked it up and put it back in my hand. By this time itwas semi erect."What do you think of our little toy, the latest in technology, a penisdildo that acts like a real one. It's only half erect my dear and to getit fully erect we need your help, all you have to do is put the knob inyour mouth and suck on it, just like you like me to do on yours." No bloody way," I said, "I'm not sucking on a dick, I'm a man not aqueer." You will do as. She kept my house clean, cooked for me and did my laundry. I was in heaven. It was good to have someone to talk with, when I came home from work. We spent many evenings catching up on lost time. The more we talked about our adult lives, the more we found out we had similar unhappy marriages. Our spouses were people who weren't happy with their lives, so they made sure we weren't happy with ours.Heather's husband, aside from being an unemployed bum, was also someone who berated Heather.