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At home Kim was beyond fuming, she was being ignored, all of her instructions, warnings and admonitions were for naught, she was being totally ignored, she did something she, perhaps should not have done, she poured her a glass of Madeira. It’s a powerful fortified wine, and she heard the tick of the clock, she looked, it was one thirty. She fetish felt a major sexual urgency, she considered masturbating but decided to allow that frustration to fester, it was additional fuel for her anger with the two of them. At the pub Ryan took Ursula to the side, “I’m still in a money game, how about you throw a few darts, I’ll come over between rounds?” When she tried, she couldn’t hit a bull in the ass with a two by four; herb superb, Jack and Coke and the adrenaline of nearly being raped left her more than a little shaky. Big brother had saved her. She didn’t for a moment consider, she’d not have been involved in any of it except for big brother, his dart smacked double bull for a game winner. He collected his winnings then looked to Ursula, “Just a more, I’m on a roll.” She was starting to feel a bit left out until a cute guy brought her a drink and asked, “Wanta shoot a game or two,” she took the drink and said, “Rack-em.” At home Kim’s anger with her children was building, like magma in a cauldron, it was simmering just beneath the surface. There wasn’t a hellava lot she could do about Ryan, he was free, white and well past twenty-one (as it used to go), he could tell her to piss off but not the same with Ursula, she was twenty, at least still, at least partially under parental control, and dependent on her for both her livelihood and her education. Even Kim couldn’t understand her unrelenting anger with her daughter but she couldn’t deny it. As Ryan finished his last few games Ursula mostly watched, Cartoons maybe she’d had enough fun for the night, Ryan walked hentai her to the car, it was closing time, two thirty. “Mom’s gonna pissed,” Ursula Hardcore slurred. “Not a problem, I can take care of her,” Ryan confidentially explained. At home, Kim watched the big grandfather’s clock in the living room, it was far louder than the alarm clock, it went, tick-tock, tick-tock, it struck, a single gong, the quarter hour, it was two forty-five, and the cauldron that was her belly heaved, she rushed to the bathroom, the dinner she hadn’t eaten or enjoyed spewed, she heard tires on the driveway, the clock struck three. She was back in the darkened living room, now the music was old, her Mother’s music, the Fleetwoods, Tragedy, her tears leaked and her cauldron, her belly, her abdomen that cried to feel him in her, her bitch daughter who’d taken him from her, she caught her breath, they were coming through the door. Laughter, it had to be at her expense, but she heard the girl say, “God that was fun, but I’m a really shitty pool player.” “Pool player hell, I’m only glad the darts were plastic or you’d have speared three people.” They were stumbling, each supporting the other, both slurring, both giggling, both shocked when from the darkness they heard, “I expected better from you, both of you.” “Mom, Oh My God, Mom,” Ursula nearly collapsed, Oh no, not Mom, not now. “Yes, Mom. I expected, no, I demanded that you be home by midnight, care to explain?” As Ursula came into the illumination or the small lamp Kim had lit, her Mother said, “My weren’t you decked out for a hot night on the old town?” Ursula was wearing strappy white sandals, a white mini skirt and her blouse was showing cleavage. She’d been made up but now there were smudges and smears. Ryan came to his sister’s defense, “Kim, it’s my fault.” “Let’s get this straight young man, I am Mother, not Kim, not now and you’re right, it’s your fault, I entrusted my daughter to you and look what’s happened.” “Mom, no he didn’t call her Kim, I’m so sorry.” “Ryan, there’s not much I can do to you other than to say, ‘I don’t even want to look at you right now, get out of my sight,’ do you hear me?” Can you blame her? I mean as kids, we didn’t understand, until our teens what they were doing in the bedroom, but it went on at least 3 times a week. Perhap..." I take rest in the couch for some time. Pop my cherry and make me into a Hardcore woman!” We had a really really good breakfast too and I got to help him. "What happened? You are my slaves after all." "Honey...allow me.." The lady, Sharon, gave us a brief rundown of the rules—things like always sitting on a towel and such. Let's get going. I clenched my hands, staring up at her, the ache throbbing at the tip of my cock. Once I was back at the orgy, everything would be fine. “Originals obviously, even though they’re older than dirt.” My only regret was not wearing either a vibrator or those steel balls; and / or the diamond butt plug that I hadn’t tried yet. Linda looked amazing in a deep plunge top that showed off her amazing cleavage and a nice mini-skirt. I took the blanket off of me, and started to take it off of Dad, he then let go of the blanket and I took it off of his crotch. Ben was about slam the laptop shut when another picture entered his mind. "I'll get it." She craved to feel it deep inside her again and was not disappointed as Tom pushed it in. Her pussy was fetish so slick with her juices that despite the thickness of her father's hentai shaft, it slid in relevantly easy. She was warm enough to feel like she had been there for a while and yet I had not been aware of her getting into my bed or being there before now. You have the right to walk anywhere you want. She screamed out, as her Cartoons body convulsed rapidly. By now my penis had reached full tumescence and if I do say so myself it’s quite a sight.