She’ll get over it, Maran thought as she handed her sister another plate. Kirsa hadn’t asked yet about the scar on the top of her hand or the one ...on her cheek. It was the only consensus Maran and her mother had ever come to in the few years they’d been living alone. The one on her cheek led to the one on her hand. Her father never knew, he was never around. When he dropped Kirsa off he spared her the rarest of glances. Sometimes it hurt knowing his was the face she saw when she looked in the. Thats it Mrs he said, picking me up by my arse. Slamming me ageist the door hard. Making a load bang, I was sure I heard becky shout something but neither of us paid attention instead to involved in what was happening. he held me up and began to thrust up in me, my legs wrapped ageist around his waste my arms around his neck. He kept thrusting hard and rough. Slamming me ageist the door each time. I screamed out with pleasure. Sure I could hear Becky throwing something at the door. but we didnt. I had never wanted to be a white knight before. It had never appealed to me. Now it did.She must have felt that I was looking at her, for she opened her eyes, then smiled.“Good morning. You look beautiful,” I said.Her smile broadened. “Good morning. You make me feel beautiful.”I leaned down to kiss her briefly and gently. “Are you OK? I was worried all night that I had gone too far. Turn on your front – please.”She paused, then turned on her front while I lifted the sheet and examined the angry. "OK Tiffany, how about a quick blow job?" Your mother could come out of the bathroom at any minute and catch us," replied a shocked Tiffany." We can't take the risk, wait until later." Tiffany, please, just a quick one," begged Derrick. "I'm so horny, it won't take long. Mother never takes a shower shorter than fifteen minutes; we still have almost ten minutes. Please!" OK, it's your mother. I do not know how I am talked into these things. Hurry up, get your shorts off, if you want that blow.