I guess it doesn't really matter. I've kinda stoppedtalking to God, since He doesn't seem to listen anyway. The other day Iactually screamed at Him, I... was so mad. But even that didn't changeanything. Just how long will my torment last?******My knee feels better, which is okay, I guess. I got to thinking aboutwhat happened with my dad and realized it would be pretty selfish of meto kill myself and leave my body for my mom to find after she's alreadylost him. Its getting close to Christmas and. I then feigned very drunk and asked him to send me home like he did to my husband.When we reached the front door I pretended to be so drunk to open the door and I handed him the key. As soon as I entered the living room I sprawled onto the couch as Ragu closed the door behind him. He then tried to find out if I was ok and I assured him that I was a little tipsy that’s all. I asked him to help me to the bedroom and acted to be staggering, I switched on the lights and complaining of the heat,. . I lifted her legs and put my both hands under her thighs and asked her to hold me tight by wrapping her hands around my neck…I slowly entered my dick in her pussy and positioned it properly. Now I lifted her up in air… She is sitting on my hands by wrapping her legs around my waist and hands around my neck..I slowly started thrusting her pussy and she applied little bit opposite force… What a fucking position it is … She started laughing at my different positions and enjoying too.. I fucked. Only now did Mrs. Bremmer notice a young teen girl sitting under the table sucking at her husband's dick. Mrs. Bremmer just smiled and crawled silently down under the table too. She quickly unzipped Mary's husband's trousers and swallowed his stiff cock eagerly."Hm, Lou do you mind if I ask Trine to...?" proposed Doug. Lou grinned and shook his head. Trine had heard their conversation and just shrugged her shoulders and went down to join her mother under the table. Soon mother and daughter were.