He sighed. “Okay, then. Have it your way,” he said brightly, and took the gun back, pushed her hard against the couch, starting pressing himself... into her and laughing. Laughing.It hurt. It hurt. Like knives cold gun at your head. Like suffocating being strangled knives hands on your throat. Like surprise all of everything gone no way of knowing what what what. He hit her, twice, three times, more, and then there was a great darkness.Then, waking to the sleek feel of plastic against her. Wendy did this deliberately so that Mike had to brush against her in thetight entry. She ensured her breasts rubbed against his chest and herthighs brushed against his manhood and smiled with amusement when heblushed and stammered something resembling a hello.Mike vaulted up the stairs and flung open the door to his mate's bedroom,bumbled his way inside and slammed it behind him. He was shaking alittle and overexcited."Steve! Your mom; what the fuck is going on there man? I mean...". It's coming from your daughter. I don't need the shit she brings home from school. You can either get used to listening to your husband or go home."Mingh flushed. She knew that if she divorced or left him, her green card and citizenship status went out the window. She could not stay if she was not married. Her daughter would suffer the most. With Mingh being single in china, she would have a hard time getting work. She would have no social status.Mingh turned to face Sam. She forced the warmest. Then Becky placed a hand on my vulva, and I inhaled sharply. She only giggled. "Oooh, Mom... you're all wet!" I couldn't respond -- but then, at that instant, my lips were incapable of shaping words. I could only gape at my child in disbelief. Then Becky drew her hand away, except for one finger that she slowly, oh God so slowly trailed down the length of my slit. I saw raw lust written on my daughter's face, clear as day. Trembling from head to toe, I whispered "H-h-honey..." She pushed two.