Oh, shit, fuck me harder!”
Dave smiled, released her hair, grabbed her hips and drove into even faster and harder than he had been. XXX “Wasn’t that a little drafty?” Dave asked. The topics ranged from their mother’s home to their mother to school and, of course, to boys. He turned, put his back to the sink and leaned back against the counter, just as Emily was. “Are the girls there?”
“You haven’t checked the voice mail on your cell phone.”
“Why would I?”
“Because I left a message for you on your voice mail nearly three hours ago telling you the girls were here. “That’s a good girl. I’ve already had a very bad morning.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Dave smiled, stepped forward, grabbed the shower curtain, yanked it from Rebbecca’s grip, and pulled it aside, exposing her completely.
