??That?s not true.? Mrs. Staple said in tears as Jack took the knife she used to carve the Thanksgiving roast and sliced it across his arm. ?I tried f...or a couple years now to make mom love me for who I am.? Jack said in a cold, dead tone. ?From now on, your two choices are either a live daughter or a dead son. I want that to be understood.? ?This is insane.? Jack?s dad pounded his fist into the wall and shook his head. ?I can?t believe what I?m hearing.? Tears filled Jack?s eyes and he slipped. Heading to her bedroom, I grabbed her wrist and pulled my cock free. She whimpered, but was surprised as I grabbed her waist and spun her around to face me. We kiss and I wrapped my arms around her, grabbing each firm, tight cheek, I picked her up pulling her tight against me. She wrapped her legs around me and started to grind against my throbbing cock. I started to kiss along her jawbone to her right earlobe sucked it into my mouth. Then walked into the kitchen and placed her on the island. . He helped her shimmy out of her pants, pulling off the g-string along with them. She opened and closed her thighs in anticipation. He saw the playful teasing expression on her face encouraging him to do it. They were both aware they were hastening the changes taking place inside him. He went to his knees rubbing his cheeks against her smooth thighs before moving his tongue inside her folds, thrusting it forward deeply. By this time he knew exactly how to manipulate her button to make it squirt. I reckon I should describe this hot little vixen before this tale goes farther. She had jet black hair cascading down her back, bee stung, erotic lips done up in a devilish shade of red, dark sparkling eyes enhanced by long silky eyelashes, the face of a beauty queen. Her long slender neck drew my eyes lower to her barely concealed cleavage, not overly large breasts, but in stunningly perfect harmony with her figure, her obviously excited nipples jutting out in full swollen glory. She had a.