| The little girl’s screams tore through my ears, her desperate pounding on the locked door throbbing within my head, my chest, and it was all I could do to ignore her cries of torment and focus on her mother dutifully giving me head. But with a swallow the pants closed, the door opened, and the spoiled child tuned her cries for pizza, so our experimental family left to continue its Friday night routine. |
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