.” he recited in a sing-song voice.“ ... badger, bison, Biloxi...” he continued.Connie and Ruth looked at him in wonder as he kept talking and s...hooting. Tommy had a rhythm going between his pool shots and his recitation.“ ... llama, languid, lexicon...” he flawlessly regurgitated.Tommy was on a roll, both at the pool table and speaking the words from the list. He sank the last ball and finished the list at the same time, not missing a beat in either task.“ ... zoology, zydeco, Zeus...” he. The noisy air-con is struggling to cool the room at all. A knock at the door barely heard over the air-con, The voice the other side of the door saying, You there Mister, sorry we are late traffic problems. Standing in the doorway was a mum and daughter, The mother late 30’s maybe, dressed in lycra leggings and sweat top hiding potentially nice large tits, not too heavy, attractive face. Peek hole high heels, nails all finished in the same shade of purple. Hair brushed away from the face. The. There was no way I was going to put on those clothes. Brandon’s sister was 11, and he wanted me to put her pink underwear, a trainer’s bra, and a green tank top. When I refused to put them on he shouted again. “Listen you little Bitch. I don’t like creeps like you watching me through windows. You’re gonna get it now. Either put on these clothes or we’ll have a problem”, Brandon said. I knew that if he wanted to, Brandon could beat me up because he boxed and played football. I was also scared. " Were you mad, Daddy?" She switched to 'Daddy.'"No ... a little ... uh, no. Why should I be mad?" No reason at all. There's no reason you should have been mad that I gave Daddy Peter a blowjob. Because you had already gotten a blowjob from Amber, hadn't you?" Damn it. She knew about that. I wondered if she knew everything."You know about that?" I thought she would be uncomfortable with the conversation, but now I was the one feeling queasy. "How do you know about that?" It doesn't matter,.