The other decision was just as hard to swallow: do nothing about Vlad.What would you have done? You could seek justice and the protection of many more... than just your own kids, but would run the risk of destroying your children. What if Social Services decided you were bad parents, and took your pregnant daughter away from you? What if there were some law that had been violated that meant your son had to go to prison until he was an adult?Or, you could look at the facts at your disposal and. Apriljust sat and stared at her husband as he defended her, then watched inhorror as Miles pulled a remote out of his pocket, pressed the buttonand laughed as Babette screamed, staggered backwards, hit her head onthe wall and collapsed on the floor unconscious."You bastard!" April shouted at him. "You did this to my husband, thatwoman only helped you. Get out of our house before I call the police!"He started to leave, then she had second thoughts."Come back here." Babette was starting to. And it became faster and she put her Scotch down, pushed her dress aside and rubbed her crotch. "I think it's only fair that you join me." she said. "Take off your pants." It was in order and one that I was happy to obey, although it was challenging to remove my blue jeans without looking awkward. She was enjoying my discomfort and giggled. My boxer shorts look like a badly made tent the centre pole pushing up against the fabric. "You need to get out of those before you hurt yourself," she. We left to our rooms, naked and carrying our clothes in our hands. Becky, Beth and I took a quick, hot shower and went to bed, all naked. We drifted to sleep almost before our bodies hit the mattress.After brunch, I said to Becky out of Beth's ear shot, "I intend to introduce Beth to ass fucking, would you help?" Sure, anything," she ginned widely with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.Beth and Becky were wearing kimonos and I was wearing a robe, no underwear for all. I motioned to Beth to sit.