He was finished. He smirked as he left the kitchen not much caring about his mother's needs.Rose knew that her son had just used her but it didn't sto...p the yearning she felt between her legs. She slowly got up touching between her legs, lightly running a finger across her clit. She wouldn't give in to masturbating in the kitchen like some horny teenager.She reached for the coffee pot. "Pour me a cup too Rosie." Carla Ebber said as she pushed open the back door." The back door was mostly glass.. Many didn't care and others had not known anything about their son for up to eleven months. Some seemed to be relieved that they were safe. Some wanted their sons back home but they were told that this would only happen if the boy wanted it.We stayed with engine design and followed a less than analytical approach in doing so. Here we worked with our designs then tried variations of them. When the results came in we just followed up what could be done to improve the engines.Some of the engines. ”Frankie bit his lip, as he knew what Mr. Young was trying to do. “What I’m saying is that if you did see Mrs. Young engaging in sexual acts on that couch, you didn’t see her with me. Now I’m reconsidering if I want to keep that couch or not.”“Cut the crap boy,” growled Mr. Young. “I know you were fucking her.”“Get out of my house,” snapped Frankie. “I won’t have you disrespect the memory of that great lady here, or anywhere.”“And what if I don’t?”A knock came from the front door. Frankie rose. " Shiloh stated for all of them.Shaking his head again Hartwell gathered his thoughts before he spoke. "I assume that the three of you know he isn't happy. Frankly neither am I, you three are three of the highest ranking people we have. I had assumed that this mission would have been a vacation for you." Here Hartwell turned toward Randall, "YOU, I am the most disappointed in. Son, I know you can read, I know you can follow orders, yet, you did neither when it came to first contact with the.