No words are spoken and we climb into bed. I sleep as far away from you as I can and cry silent tears. You put your arms around me and press your body... up against my back, you know I am crying and in the darkness your fingers find my face and the tear trails that lead to the damp pillow. You whisper “I love you” and then we sleep. In the morning you make me coffee and leave it on my bedside table, you climb back into bed beside me as I lay still on my tummy and the smell of the. Glancing at their mother without turning her head,she saw that her hand was similarly immersed in a bowl of liquid. She felt her shoes and socks being removed, and her feet were lowered intoa pleasantly warm soak. While the hairstyling and manicure were broadly similar to the experiencethe one time she had gone to a salon, there was something a little more...she didn't know what, just more, about it this time. Time drifted by, and she found herself styled, shod, and standing. Ginagave her some. He was shocked, screaming at me to explain myself. Well, I just told him the fucking truth. I yelled at him that he was a mistake and that I regretted the day he was born. He was furious! We argued back and forth at each other, calling each other names and yelling out obscenities. He screamed at me to shut up and shoved my mouth down on his cock. I bobbed up and down his rod, slurping up his precum. He told me I was a filthy fucking whore and that this was all I was good for. I bitched back. Every evening she used dance in her bedroom admiring herself in the mirror, playing with hair. I could also her her bed from my window and she had a very erotic way of sitting on her bed. Normally at home used wear a sleeveless top and a knee length skirt and anytime she sat on her bed she used to pull her skirt way up and spread her legs. The view of her long legs with those milky thighs made me want her even more. I made my mind and decided that the day she finished her board exams I am to.