Then the opposite sex parent did yew for the first time. After that yew could screw any of yer brothers or sisters or cuzzins that were already fuckin....Ah said thet mah Ma come from a big family and she were one of the last ones born so when she commenced to bangin there wuz a bunch of brothers ankshus to stick ther dicks in her. Some of the older girls had moved out but the boys hung round till they wuz kicked out. Some boy cuzzins lived nearby too. She were made to feel obligated to help out. Since she was currently in California and never returned his calls anyways, he didn’t rush to press play button. Instead, he settled into making himself some tomato and basil bruschetta and poured himself a glass of wine. The bruschetta was divine, the wine was heavenly, and the television mediocre at best. As he cleared the dishes and put them in his sink, he noticed the machine blinking still. He recalled that he hadn’t checked his messages yet. The first message was just his mother checking. The boy let out another cry and tried to squirm away. ‘Trisha, you’re hurting T.J.,’ Simone whispered. ‘No, no, have to keep him safe. Can’t let anything happen to him. He said he would,’ she kissed the boy’s red curls. ‘He said that accidents happen to people all the time,’ she looked at Jill as she spoke. Jill forced air through her lungs. ‘Who, Trisha? Who is he?’ Trisha shook her head. ‘No, can’t tell you. Just put you in more danger.’ The woman stood up suddenly clutching the child. "I've never fucked anyone up the ass... now's as good a time as any!" Yes... yes... fuck me there! Screw me up the ass, Ron!" she twisted her neck and cried back at him.Outside the door Ella gasped as she heard me unmistakable evidence that Ron Cassidy and Arlene Pickering were the couple she'd been listening to! She felt her legs grow weak and she would have crept away from the awful intimacy going on in there if it had not been for Erick's strong grip around her waist. He would not let her go.