He couldn’t do that without his missing Foster Grants. He’d paid $70.00 for those damned sunglasses. Luckily, Becca hadn’t broken them with the ...slap.As relationships went, theirs was contentious. He’d rebelled against her statutes as early as 8 years old; prior to that, he was a momma’s boy.She’d had him at 15, falling pregnant with Michael at a pool party at a friend’s house during summer vacation. She was only 14, and already cursed with gazonga boobs. The boy who got her pregnant was not his. A look that could do all manner of things to me. I felt my heart race as his gaze consumed me, swallowing me whole in an instant. Barely conscious I subtly and yet so naturally rolled my bottom lip against my teeth as I felt the corners of my mouth begin to curl. Again I looked away attempting to tilt my head towards the floor but once more his hand lifted my chin and brought my eyes back to his. No longer could I hide the smile that spread across my glossed lips. "I..." began to muster, as. Who are you?"Marjory responded, "My name's Marjory. I have not long arrived on Rehome, so everything is new to me. I didn't know about Malans until today. Jenny, is it? You are the one who is new at being a Malan?" Yes. I was a human being until recently, but a funny-looking one. I was run through all sorts of tests by adults called scientists, but that stopped when The Personalia rescued the three of us: Me, Mummy and Mommy Charlie. I used to call her Aunt Charlie, but now they are married, it. He had a muscular body and use to often please MIL. We use to stay in our undergarments in front off all servants and their presence didn’t matter. My FIL sometimes used to enjoy watching me making out with Kisna but he used to not allow him to him fuck me.One day when I was watching TV My FIL returned from his meeting and made me sit in his lap and we started casually talking as to how his day went and all other things couple do. He kept moving his hands over my thighs and stomach. He.