The lips, lightly paintedwith a gloss pink covering, enhancing her kissablelips. As she sat at the bar, the bartender spoke, “Hi Vicki,the usual...?” This not her first time here, she nodded,an approval. Waiting for her drink, she scoped out the room, madeeye contact with no one, but made a mental note of oneman in the corner.He, a big man, with a silver cowboy hat, cocked to oneside ever so slightly, made a mental note himself, ofthis beautiful lady. The smile escaped his lips,. The picture was of the two of them, smiling and looking positively adorable, and not at all incest-y and all that that people would have thought.The eight families were all on their way to the Waldorf, where they had all been meeting for the hotel's Thanksgiving lunch/dinner buffet/meal since the groups had officially merged in sixth grade (even though they were all friends long before that, their parents were all friends, their help were all friends, it was all so stereotypical).Mom, look at. Gavin enjoyed the relaxed family banter around the dinner table. He looked round the faces and felt grateful for what the Anderson's had given him.Glen Anderson, his wife Christine and their daughter Fiona had played a large part in the recovery of the damaged young man Gavin had been nine years before. The first six months with the Anderson family had been difficult. Social services had only told the family that Gavin had been recently orphaned, leaving out the details of his mother's violent. Her hips raised up in invitation, helping the dull blade slip between her pussy lips, thrusting into her canal like a sadistic dildo. And he began to fuck her with that steel blade like it was a dildo, thrusting it in and out of her slowly at first, then quicker. He started slamming the gleaming shaft harder into her as she groaned with tormented pleasure, thrusting back against him, feeling the blade's hard edges tear up her inner walls, till she came violently. The water in the tub was now.