she was the most beautiful woman i ever saw. “Sh ... Shar,” I could hardly speak because of the wounded throat. - Wha ... th ... “Shh, be quiet,” she pressed a soft finger to my lips, she smiled. “I'm here to take you out of here.” Now we will go to my house. Charlene cut the stockings with which my mother knitted me, and helped me get out of bed. “Wait,” I said hoarsely. Tearing off the remains of stockings, I threw them on the floor. My wrists were swollen, reddened and covered with small abrasions. - Spa ... thanks, - I could hardly pronounce, and taking a painful breath. - I ... love ... love ... “I love you too, Deb,” she smiled. - And now let's take the legs out of this fucking gadyushnik, before your asshole son woke up. Pulling me out of my former bedroom, she kicked off my old body, which was lying on the road. Unable to say anything, I looked at Charlene inquiringly. - I came to find out how you are. Then Karl jumped out, he laid over me in every way, and then he declared that I had seduced you, and now the door to this house is closed to me, shitless lesbe. My God, mother was not enough to take revenge in my face to all the men in the world, now she accuses Charlene of having seduced me - as if she was to blame for the fact that the mother had to live under the yoke of her secret desires. - I immediately realized - you're in trouble. I tried to force my way into the house, but he slammed the door in my face. Then I knocked out the window in the living room and caught him when he was already upstairs. Don't ask me how I guessed - just something inside told me that you need to be saved. Charlene put her raincoat on my bare, exhausted body, we hurried out through the front door and got into her car. - Wha ... what are you with him ... Fortunately, she understood my half question. “I hit him from behind, and then how to break into his fucking balls.” Damn, how I love high heels. - The ball laughed infectiously, and soon, despite the sore throat, I joined her. - While he was lying and screaming in pain, she grabbed a desk lamp in his room and knocked out the kid. After these words, I almost broke off laughing, although it was very painful for me, but the story of Charlene gave me real pleasure. When my friend, my mistress, brought me to her - no, now to us - home, I finally felt safe. I needed Charlene, but it was more than just sex. I felt that we were destined to be together, and no one can stop us. - Come on, honey. Come put yourself in order. She helped me get into the bath, then undressed and stood behind me. Let the water go, Sharin hugged me, my head was between her soft breasts. She was so gentle that I wanted to spend eternity in this bath. - Ball - throat like a grater, - I have to ... tell you ... I was scared of what she would say, but I loved her and wanted Charlene to know my secret. “I know,” she whispered, kissing my neck. - We will bring it up together. “How ...” I began, but choked on a cough. The ball hugged me even tighter, transferring a particle of its strength, which I now needed so much. “Carl told me,” she explained. I started crying again, but now it was tears of joy. Turning to her, I kissed her, and then asked: - How ... do you know that this is a girl? “Debra, honey.” No matter who says what, the main thing is that this will be our child, - having kissed me back, she began to cry. - Is our child can be a boy? Charlene was right. Nodding, I calmed down in her arms and let her wash me. Water and lacquered hands Shar washed away not only dirt, sweat, and blood, but also pain, shame, guilt. With her, I was freed from the burden of my past life and turned into a completely different woman. And I liked it. Highly Part 3 - Right, don't you want to have lunch with me? “Thank you for the offer, but the answer is no,” Gwen slammed the car door with a travel bag from the backseat. With all her might, trying not to burst out laughing, she waved goodbye to the driver and turned to the house. “Even if I were not a lesbian, then I would need to get drunk before blackout to sleep with you,” she muttered to herself. It was true - the dark-haired short man, who brought her up, looked as bad as the groin. But it was not at all the occasional companion who bothered Gwen, but the prospect of returning to where she had not been for nearly three years. Tink-tink. She clicked on a bell that I knew from childhood. Gwen silently prayed that the door would be opened by Karl, her brother. If the father had opened, it would have been worse, but not too much. But if the mother had come to the call ... "Come on," she hissed, nervously tapping her heel on the porch. - Yes, eh? - the brother is clearly not quite awake, but, seeing his sister, he perked up and mockingly stretched out. - Wow, who came to us. This was somewhat not the reception that Gwen expected. - Lord, Karl, you have any problems, damn it? - she smiled mischievously. - Hard working night, or what else? Karl smiled back, but his smile at Gwen on the back crawled. “Actually, no,” he replied. - The foreman twice fucked me, and then I sucked three guys in the shower before going home. He leaned closer to his sister. - Feel like my sperm from the mouth smells? Oh yeah, you're not on this case at all, right? The last time he smiled at her and, turning, went into the house, leaving his sister in front of the open door. Stunned Gwen did not know what to think. Did she really want to go home? Carefully stepping inside, she closed the door behind her, and only when she felt the familiar smell of the house, she calmed down a bit. - Hello! She cried, wanting to know who else was at home. - Carl? Dad? After these words, she wanted to turn and run away from home, but Gwen overcame herself and even added: - Mom, are you at home? - On what occasion, back? - Oh! - Gwen started and turned, met face to face with his father. “I missed you,” she said, stepping back into the shadows; suddenly tears came to her eyes, Gwen hated herself for it. - I missed you so much. Father, walking down the stairs, grinned: “Ahhh, the poor little girl really, really wanted to go home.” And we are supposed to forget everything and forgive everything, right? Looking closely at her, he demanded: - Answer, you, therefore returned? BUT? “I don’t think it was a good idea,” finding that no one was happy about her, Gwen was terribly upset. - I guess I need to leave. “Not so fast, blyudyuga,” snapped his father, grabbing her hand, pressing his daughter against the wall. “Look at you,” he spat in disgust. - Skin and bones, pink hair, and the muzzle is smeared like some kind of whore. And, probably, bells on tits and pussy hung, right? Answer, little miss! - Let me go! - pulling out her hand, Gwen rubbed her reddened wrist. - What's wrong with you? You, in my opinion, even more crazy than Carl! - What is wrong with me? What's wrong with me? - her father stood above Gwen, and her gaze constantly rested on his strong arms and muscular chest, the belly hung below - the result of an unreasonable love of beer, but, despite this, the father was still very, very strong, and that was what scared Gwen most. “That's it, I'm leaving,” she promised, stepping back toward the door. “You'll never see me again, okay?” - Not! Not okay! - father was furious. “It's all your fault, and you know it.” You ruined our family. From you only one misfortune. He seemed to glow with anger: - You made your mother fucking lesbian! - What?! - Gwen felt that she just needed to sit down and comprehend the words of her father, but there was no time for that. Something was wrong with her father and Carl, but she even ... Read more →