‘Is it any more wrong than what you’ve been doing with every other guy in town?’ her boss retorted angrily. ‘What…what are you talking about...?’ Ann asked, stunned. ‘I’m talking about the two guys at the Buckaroo, and that guy who was over at your house yesterday, and your neighbor,’ he snapped. ‘You think I’m blind, do you, Ann? You think I don’t know what you’re doing?’ Ann was shocked that her boss knew so much about her. How did he know all that? He must have been following her. How else. He had walked into the store on a whim. It was a tiny space along the main street of the little college town. Dark, cramped, and overflowing with books, nick-knacks, and decoration. It was the sort of place the man thought that drew in hippies and goths and others outside of the norm. Why was he here again?"The Demon Plug", the woman waved her hands sarcastically. The young man looked down at the dark leather book cover to see the terrible title. Ah yes, he'd picked up the book to see what it. He laid there for a minute and stood up, his cock dripping a few splatters on the grass at her side. He said, "Goddamn it you lazy whore, you don't even try to get into it any more. You could at least try to fake it for me." He reached down and slapped her butt with his hand and it was a punishment, not a playful hit; it was hard enough that she jerked away and started crying. He picked up her panties lying there and wiped his little cock, no more than three and a half to four inches I figured,. Ajit was in class 8 and not even 14. He was growing nicely. He was already 5’6” , 2 inch taller than her. Kusum felt pressure on hip and with passage of time this pressure kept increasing. On the other side Kusum was still caressing and pressing daughter’s small chuchi. Time passed and kusum began liking prick of youngest son’s lund on her hip. She was wearing petticoat and son was wearing a short as she was able to see his lower thighs on her thighs.At that time daughter pulled mother’s hand.