" So it's a male — a boy. Girl kestrels are a sort of red brown." He nodded."What's that?" Patrick was pointing at a branch of Mum's native fig tree... (Ficus macrophylla). "The bump." That's not a bump. That's an owl. Probably a Southern Boobook. They sleep during most of the day and wake up and hunt in the evening and early morning. They eat mice and grasshoppers." 'Kay. Patrick thirsty."I guess I spent a lot of time with him, just being a naturalist.Mum was really back to normal a few days. She climbed off the bed and walked towards me. She had an amazing body, large natural breasts, toned belly with a visible six-pack and bald crotch. She stood right in front of me and lifted my chin with her finger. “Does it turn you on to watch my husband fuck me? Does it? Well, lucky for you Kelly is not home or you wouldn’t have been able to catch us. She’s gone to her grandmother's for a few days.” She looked at me and slipped her hand into my panties over my hand. I hadn’t pulled my hand. They would be divided in groups of 5. The recruiters had found them working in whorehouses, bars, and hotels throughout Mexico. All were young, attractive, and had limited work experience. The opportunity to leave a job where 200 peso bought a girl, it was an easy choice for most. If they were not already whoring, it was only a short period of time before they would. A well paying job, a nice place to live, and a safe environment was more than any of them expected. The had been told that they. She watched the raw footage from all five cameras, approving of it before they left together. I paid him for his hour of work ($100), in cash.Right at 5:30 mom walked in, I took her purse and briefcase from her, and gave her a glass of the wine she likes.“My goodness, all of this special treatment, thanks John!”She has a nice wardrobe, mostly dresses, but a few blouse and skirt outfits. It being Saturday night, I suggested we go out to dinner somewhere nice. When I said it was my treat, she.