Carl, the son of a bitch, had staggered off to their room half an hour ago. His usual routine, he'd sleep until dinnertime a couple hours from now. Th...en he'd get up, eat, then drink until bedtime.God but she loved the son of a bitch! But he wouldn't get checked! And he didn't seem to be able to stop the weekend drinking. Hell! He'd never tried.What in HELL was she going to do? Without kids her life would be a barren desert. The most important thing to her was being a mother, raising a family!. “Dude, no,” she whined.“Shh!” he said.He continued spanking her while her legs squirmed and her hair bounced as she reacted to each spank. She whimpered as she grabbed the sink for support, then the cupboard, then the wall.When he stopped, she whipped around and threw playful punches at his chest while he backed up. He fell back on the toilet seat and sat down. She pretended to strangle him but also planted another kiss on his lips.She then began dancing for him between his legs while pulling. She met me in the town and drove me to her cozy home which I had come very comfortable being in, during the first few hours that Friday evening we caught up with each other, I had informed her how much my father and I have drifted apart and how much I resented him for leaving her, she reassured me that things aren’t as bad as they seem we are still able to see each other and that was more than enough comfort for her. We later poked fun at each other; huddled close on the couch, she shared a. The little tip felt wonderful sitting between her lips. Sudden doubt entered Gwen’s mind, perhaps she would positively loathe smoking! It might be better to just leave the cigarette unlit… But no, not lighting it meant that she would never know how it felt and she had almost obsessed about smoking a cigarette on holiday. Besides, it was almost certain to take their minds away from Angela’s predicament! ‘Okay,’ said Gwen. ‘I’ve watched how people do this. First they get the cigarette lit – they.