As I reached the top of the stairs I immediately realized that the shower in my parents room was running, and that their door was open. This wasn't so...mething I was accustomed to noticing because the door to their bedroom would usually be closed any time they were in the room. Growing up with three guys in the house (me, my brother and my dad) my mom had always kept her room closed off from the rest of the house. In fact, I couldn't even remember being in their room the entire time I grew up. I. Before she could turn around to see what he was doing, he grabbed her arms and held them in place behind her back as the first man unzipped her jumpsuit, exposing a thin sliver of her naked skin. She struggled, but the man behind her just pulled her arms tighter together. Intense pain seared through her shoulders, and for a moment she thought she was going to pass out."What are you doing?" yelled Jane. "Get off of me!" She tried to kick reflexively, but the man in front of her just bent down. My disposable income had become just 'disposable.' I would spend days staring out my window at empty streets, looking like scenes from a zombie apocalypse without the zombies, contemplating get rich slowly schemes.My first endeavor was converting panty liners into protective masks. Sadly all I had available were used ones which made it appear as though I was hemorrhaging which cut into my sales but did serve as a deterrent to untimely visits from Jehovah's witnesses.My mind raced to find ways. She was only thirty-five years old, and her voluptuous breasts were still as firm as a high school girl's. Her waist was slender and swelled out into the beautifully rounded hips and thighs of a mature woman. Her hair was blonde, like Patty's, and lay in a golden cloud on the pillow around her frantically twisting head.Hank had worked the older woman up to a fever pitch; her mouth was hanging open wide in ecstatic rapture and her glassy lust-smoked eyes stared up into nothingness. Hank placed.