I have to cook.”I scooted out and got dressed, seeing her take my spot and cuddle Melissa to her breasts. Downstairs I found Sylvia going through my... wine cooler looking at labels.“I don’t think any of it is kosher,” I offered.“We’re not big on that. We don’t eat pork but we’re not strict. Besides I’m pretty sure there are exceptions for this situation.”“Isn’t there a rule about asking?”She turned to look at me. “I’m also pretty sure there is a rule saying that you can freely drink the wine of. .please stop..."John crouched and looked into her face. It was covered with cum, her makeup was running in both directions from her crying and she was blowing snot bubbles from her nose. He slapped her again, back and forth, then harder until they were small punches. She felt her lips open, swollen and bleeding, and her nose made a small cracking noise. Blood replaced the snot, running up into her eyes and hair."Ask me to continue," he sneered. Ruiz was silent and John reached forward, pinches. I see yours didn’t either.” “No, she’ll be here later,” Reece said nervously looking out the window. “Oh, well that’s cool; we’ll have a little time together.” That’s what I'm afraid of. Reece said to himself. Gia ran like a woman possessed. Running usually cleared her head but no matter how fast she ran, nothing was helping her today. He should be there by now. She thought to herself as her legs moved faster across the loose gravel. “Wait! WAIT, G!” Gia jogged to a stop and looked back. I really didn't. "Uh...what did you feel when you were doing that?" Nothing." Specifically," I insisted."I felt like I was rubbing my vagina and sticking my finger in it," Cammi said flatly."Okay, now I'm starting to feel weird about 'vagina'. Just say 'pussy', unless it feels dirtier. But you didn't feel turned on? Didn't feel hot or excited? Heart didn't beat faster?" No, and I felt all of that when we were fucking last night. You know, after it stopped hurting," Cammi said sheepishly.Hm. "So.