Her mother drunk, beating her, calling her a whore. Blaming her for seducing her husband, turning him against her own mother. Then the drunken fall, t...he crash of glass. He saw the shard of glass, laying against the woman's throat, a thin line of blood was all. Until Sally stepped down, her slipper-shod foot forcing the fragment deep into her unconscious mother's throat. The spray of blood, the sense of satisfaction.Then the horror came, the realization that she was every bit the monster her. .....Nu nog wat slimme make-up en mijn lange zwarte haar droog föhnen en ik bekeek het hoerige resultaat in de lange spiegel van mijn slaapkkamerkast.Eerst maar eens ons geheime neukhuisje inspecteren, wie weet. De zon voelt weldadig aan na die bewolkte dagen en ik was me terdege bewust van de blikken van zowel mannen als vrouwen - zeker al de buitenlandse - toen ik op mijn klikkende hakken en mijn zwaaiende korte rokje de wandeling naar ons geheime huisje maakte. Daar trof ik alleen een. I had never been big nor heavy and at 115 lbs. I did not portray much of a masculine image at the best of times. The best part was my hair had always been kept short to enhance what little image I could muster. By the way it was getting time for a cut, starting to get down over the neck again.The shorts and top got washed and ironed for Sunday but each night I just had to pull the panties... er... shorts on and climb into bed. I was glad they had been the cotton ones even with the little angel. 'Keep fucking me..keep fucking me' she pleads quickly. He moves faster. 'Fucking hell' she gasps. I watch as she grinds her pussy against him, all 8 inches fully inside her. Emma is now literally shaking in pleasure, hanging onto Jordan tightly as he fucks her hard and deep. Suddenly Emma screams in pleasure 'Yesss!'. Slowly Jordan slows down in pace with Emma, her passionate orgasm now less intense. Still inside her though he gives her a brief kiss on the lips.'Was that good?' He asks with a.