And Britney shall be your reward. Mother and daughter writhing together for your pleasure."Amen," groaned Father Augustine, a feverish edge to his wor...ds.His holy warriors dressed as he drove through the sleeping streets of downtown Chicago. No homeless lurked in the alleys, or thugs prowled the night within blocks of Faust Tower. A preternatural stillness gripped the city.Father Augustine's instincts twinged. Something had driven away the homeless and the criminals. Not the cops. They rarely. Brandi had never seen or heard anything like this. Her mind went crazy with lust, and she lost control, no longer caring where she was or if she got caught. "Fuck her stepfather,"she thought,even if he was still watching. This had been her house first, and if he was such a perv that he was standing around watching his 12 year-old step-daughter finger-fuck her pussy,then she would really give him a show. She pulled her t-shirt above her small, B-Cup breasts, then spread her legs on the couch as. I used to touch her, flirt her in front of her hubby but her hubby is busy in making money. His real money is his wife but I guess he lost in bank moneys.After two month we started talking about sex. She likes hardcore and wild sex. Like a guy will dominate her and fuck her like last day. She was very dominating in sex. Hubby had never kissed her pussy ever. She said she had a wish to feel the magic of licking of pussy.We both usually meet on Monday or Friday morning 9 to 11 am. Next Monday I. Give me a ring when she gets back.”“Thanks, Mrs Robins.”In the meanwhile Greg and Claire watched from the window as Grace meandered round the yard. Both could see that she was in no state at all.“I’m going to chat to her,” said Greg.“Good luck!”Greg set off purposefully as though he was going to inspect the garage but then veered off towards Grace as though he had just spotted her.“Good morning, Miss Grace,” he greeted her cheerfully. “Not ready for coffee yet?”She smiled wanly at him. “Not.