Son, you and Ginger have your old room. Ryan and Sue, if you have no objections, you can share Aunt Sherry's old room. Of course, Tammy will have your... old room, Ginger."On hearing the sleeping arrangements, Ryan and Sue looked at each other and smiled. They had been secretly sleeping with each other whenever they could. They were very discrete about it, but Ginger and I knew.We each got our bag out of the SUV and followed Dad to the house. As we entered, Mom hugged each of us. She didn't say a. Ladies name your poison." Darla, Isabella and Monique ordered mixed drinks and the men all were served malt liquor as Barry White began playing on the jukebox. When Isabella met Monique, Darla could sense the instant electricity building between the two women as they hungrily eyed each other, the men and Darla as Anton, who was the owner of the club served them all their drinks.The girls made small talk with the men as they leered and gently touched their prey. The bar was basically a nightclub. "I didn't have milk this morning. You had it in your coffee, remember? So, this is on YOU!"She slammed the fridge shut and walked right up to my face snarling, "You drive me crazy!" And she proceeded to bitch bitch bitch in my face, ripping me apart.That was it. I had once again done nothing to this woman. I grabbed her and bent her over, securing her under my arm, and spanked her hard on her ass, giving her about a half dozen swats. She screamed and jerked loose and called me every name in the. To put it bluntly, he fucked my brains out – I couldn’t get enough of him inside me. For the first year we were idyllically happy, but by the second year, as the pressure of Toby’s impending final exams began to bear down on him, things grew a little less perfect. For one thing, I had lost none of my delight in being the object of male attention and still tended to openly cultivate it by my dress and behaviour (perhaps the tabloids are right – I am just a posh tart) and Toby had a tendency to.