Her free hand was between her thighs and she began rubbing herself. “Let Mrs Slutty Claus do her best for you,” she breathed. “Stick it in my mo...uth!”“If you're angling for a sticky Christmas treat, you're definitely going the right way about it.”Carol smiled. “Just stick it in my mouth. Now!” Then she moaned out loud, her hand still working between her thighs.I stepped forward, not really having to stick anything anywhere since she had me in her hand and popped me in her mouth herself. Holding. " Frank, I don't want..." Mom, please," Frank said, his words becoming muffled as he held the rag closer to his sore lip. "I'll lock the doors. And the windows... just... I want to stay here." I wanna stay with Frank," Oliver chimed in.Angela turned her attention to Oliver. She was beginning to look exasperated, and Frank knew they were pushing it, but still jumped in before she could say anything. "Take Rudy and go report this to someone, alright? I don't want to leave the house, in case the. It was only when I came into their house when I heard the conversation that explained why. “She never even told us who the father was,” said Carol. She leaned back on the couch in Brittany’s arms. They were both ready for bed. Brittany wore a tight white muscle shirt while Carol wore a night gown.“Can you believe this her sister got pregnant when she was sixteen and wouldn’t tell anyone who the father was?” asked Brittany. She reached a hand into Carol’s nightgown and ran it up and down her. "Even if it isn't a workable plan, maybe it will stimulate someone else's thoughts." Well, I was thinking that if ... Theron hadn't survived, we would be having a discussion about putting Alistair on the throne." Alistair and Theron both objected, but Teagan just spoke over their bluster. "We would call a Landsmeet, travel to Denerim, try to prove Loghain's treachery to the assembled nobles, and then put Alistair forward as the legitimate heir. What if we do that ... go through it as if nothing.