I chose some nice filet mignon and picked up some jumbo shrimp that I planned on marinating and barbequing with the steaks. I picked up some different... vegetables to grill and the makings for a nice salad. Emma picked a lemon meringue pie for dessert and we were set. I loaded the groceries into the car amongst all her bags of new goodies and drove the short distance to my brother’s place.“Emma, you take those clothes to your room and get them put away. I’ll warm up the leftover Chinese food for. She thought of Petre who sat at her feet and read her beautiful love poems and then of Stefan who planned to impregnate her! Finally she thought of her family who had always treated her as their little princess and then again of Stefan who would treat her as a slut and a whore? How can I just sit here, with down cast eyes, and allow him to say such things, she wondered. Why could these words turn the single butterfly that, she now admitted to herself, had been fluttering around in her womb. From her position, bent over near the front of the stage, Farrah saw everything, as Virginia obediently serviced Doc. She now realized what was in store for her.Big Tipper #1 saw the show to. Abandoning his probing of Farrah's pussy, he stepped around in front of the TV Star, and grabbing a hand full of hair lifted her head up and forced her to watch more of the spectacle. "She doing a good job back there? Is she sucking him good slut? You think you can do better?" The man's pants were already. The air was redolent of burned ham and singed hair. The sweater dressed beautiful girl with the astounding cleavage must have heard something ... a moan or a groan ... or some slight change in the tone of one of the multitudinous machines attached to the patient in the chrome and white bed because her magazine fluttered to the floor as she leaped to her feet, gave out a squeak, and poetry in motion ... fled. From my position in the corner of the ceiling of the obvious hospital room I could read.