“I didn’t know Bro and she’s so hot, I’m sorry, Christ I’m sorry, lemme buy you a beer, Ok?” They’d been friends for years, Ryan forgave and forgot, how could he not, he knew Ursula was hot, after all he was fucking her. 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 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 cocksucking 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 amateur 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, maybe she’d had enough fun for the night, Ryan walked her to the car, it was closing time, two thirty. “Mom’s gonna pissed,” Ursula 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 girlfriend 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, Hardcore Oh black 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. He turned the water off. “How about five years average wages?” The black only person there was his sister. No, no…don’t play with my clit just yet. Zimmel said then wondered why the holographic system on the Admiral's ship wasn't working. He kissed cocksucking her back on her shoulders and girlfriend hugged amateur her. After a few thrusts I slip my finger out and place it against your anus. Their only possessions were the toys and games I had gotten them in the Hardcore hospital. And then we went home. And I heard that bell again. Abby sat back down in her usual spot zipped down her west and kicked back to let the sun dry her. My butt-cheeks clenched hard. And I liked it, I loved it and I wanted more. Said Denise I tried to thrust my rapier at his neck, but the blade too long. My bare feet smacked on the ground, breasts heaving before me. I wouldn't let the bitch get away. I sucked on her nipples and kissed all around her breasts. His huge arms spread wide and then returned to her ass ‘Smack’, such a loud noise followed by a groan of pure delight from Debbie.