She hung out with mom instead of the whole freaking family because she figured we weren’t worth her time. Seriously. Fuck her.” He angrily grabbed his controller. “Are we gonna play or what?” When Carson was angry, he found a way to complain about everything in the first twenty minutes of his tantrum. The next twenty minutes was just silence. Then the trough hit, where he wouldn’t want to do anything but just sit and stare at a sexy wall for the next half hour. During Hardcore that trough, Jenna shower came back downstairs, and sat down in the living room. When her eyes clapped on me, she did a double take. “Oh. Hello.” She said formally. “Who are you?” “Oh, sorry! I’m Adam, Adam Watson.” I reached forward to shake her hand. “Nice to meet you.” She made no effort to reach her juicy hand out to meet mine. “Jenna Poursanidis. Pleasure.” She said disinterestedly. “Carson, don’t you have to do all of your chores before having guests over?” “I did all of my chores, Jenna.” Carson replied, his anger quickly building again. “The dishwasher’s full.” Jenna replied condescendingly. “You’re supposed to empty it.” “I already emptied it today!” Carson exclaimed, annoyed. “Well, it’s full again, so empty it.” She amateur replied, annoyed as well. Right in that situation, I wanted to shrink and leave under the door. I felt awkward as all fuck. “Then I guess dad filled it twice today. It’s not my job to empty it twice in one day. If it’s bothering you so much, you do it.” Carson replied bitterly. Her medical condition causing the over production of milk was also controlling her sexual drive. But sometimes the client takes a liking to the girl and take them as a wife, lucky for them it’s legal to have up to four wives in this part of the world. “Five, already, and they only captured me a few hours ago,” I admit, and then falteringly confess, “I always thought I’d be able to control it. The shower moon light casts images of the leaves on the sill, the table and the floor. He said “Becca wants to at least talk to you”. Certainly not as strange as wetting herself in front of him. Her thick girl-dick bobbed and swayed. A few more minutes, and I get a bright green icon indicating that the person in the room had fallen asleep. But she gritted her teeth and squeezed down hard, managing to keep him from slipping from her grasp. As I sexy made my way towards the pool, of which I thought it could be the solution to all my problems, I managed to press my ever-unloading firearm against the very lowest juicy part of Evelyn's bikini, amateur thereby muffling any sound that even remotely resembled a liquid hitting a solid, Hardcore and simultaneously containing any ricocheting bullets. The first shot hit her cheek but the rest went straight down her throat. "God what an idiot I am.