"No, I couldn't, I wasn't raised that way. I was taught that women were to be loved, respected, and admired - not used as a punching bag. That's what ...walls are for–at least they don't feel pain," I said.She sat there in the passenger seat for a few moments thinking about what I had said."Didn't you have any qualms about getting in this motorhome and going away with a guy you never met with no one knowing where we were going and with me already proving I was capable of violence?" I asked her,. This grade issue was brought up every other week, if not more often. Her mother had turned into a bitter woman and Maran had tried to help Kirsa ignore everything, shut out the sounds coming out of Joan’s mouth. It didn’t work, so it resorted to defensive conversations. ‘Lay off. This has gone on long enough. There are better ways to deal with–‘ ‘Don’t you lecture me, young lady. I can send you out of this house at any time and I can send Kirsa into the foster program as well.’ Kirsa hadn’t. Her inner walls tugged at my shaft as she rode my cock down till our inner thighs met. “Oh my god you stretch my pussy so much,” Jessica yelled out as she started to grind herself up and down to begin fucking me.‘Lets see if this makes him harder,” Michelle said as she moved down in-between my legs. I then felt her tongue start moving around on my low hanging balls. She would occasionally take a full ball into her mouth and suck on it. She then got a slight bit braver and started licking up. That’s when I hear my phone ding. I glanced at it and saw it was a text from my ex-wife. What the fuck did she want? Here is our conversation:Her: I hope you and your friends are having a good poker night. #blueballsMe: What the fuck?Her: Ha ha! I mixed viagra in with your salsa.Me: You bitch!Her: Poor boys. Maybe you could have a good circle jerk! LOLMe: You are in deep shit. You almost killed Carl.Her: Bullshit. Probably the best erection he’s had in years.Me: He takes heart medication, you.