Dying sucking your husband’s cock is your purpose. “You had sex with your brother at school and had to leave as a result,” he reminded her. “What the hell is going on here?” she repeated. “No, please. Of all the women you could’ve cheated on me with.”
“She’s like a miniature version of you,” Randy spouted. Watch me!” Tiffany sprinted up the stairs and slammed the door to her room. Tiffany tried to relax her muscles but she could not. He covered his face instinctively but she ignored him and ran toward Lauren. “Tiffany, come help me put these groceries away.” Again there was no response. “You had sex with your brother at school and had to leave as a result,” he reminded her. She was still drenched in sweat from her romp in the bathroom with Jon and she did not want anyone to get close enough to notice. Tiffany shoved her right back down though. Lauren could see her chances to remain the dominant person in their relationship slipping. It was a small black object with two metal prongs sticking out of the end.
