Words spoken were sometimes very direct, "You may be a part of this family, but that doesn't mean we have to love or accept you", to having my mother ...point out some woman or girl and say, "She's just exactly like the daughter I should have had instead of you."Somehow in my mother's hypochondriac and drug-demented mind, she took this "fault of mine", to an extreme. In her fantasy world, her daughter would have always been there to take care of her. All the problems caused by being caught. Just the night before, he’d said how bad he wanted to see and feel his thick white cock sliding between them. And she'd responded with how much she'd love to suck on the swollen head of his dick while he fucked them. Thinking about it now made her pussy wet. Her panties were getting soaked. She almost changed them, but remembered how Matt had told her he wanted to taste her sweet pussy so bad, and figured he might like a little extra wetness. So she slipped into her heels, put on. She was the ogre's handler. She controlled him. She brought him women to suffer his brutal lusts, to be raped to death by his massive cock. Our weapons clashed again. Her narrow blade moved in a silvery blur, flicking, trying to find my naked flesh. I didn't have my armor. I didn't have my second weapon. I grit my teeth, flowing through the forms with my ax, my feet moving over the rubble strewn floor. I snarled, swinging the weapon before me, driving her back and giving Sven the room to get. He followed Theresa back and they came uponanother quite attractive, at least from Jerry's view, young woman whohad long dark brown hair, a figure that was very noticeable under therobe she was wearing, and already had great looking finger and toenails, as well as make up. Jerry's heart almost skipped a beat as heconsidered that she may even be better looking than what he imagined.And possibly as attractive as Erica.As they approached the person being made over, Theresa said to Jerry, "Iexpect.