They were the skimpiest pair of white panties she owned, just a few strings with a shear patch of material in the front.Tommy could see him reach betw...een their bodies, guiding himself into her.Soon John was fucking away as Tommy watched his mother clearly enjoying it, slowly wiggling on the table.John was talking to her as he fucked her, but Tommy couldn't make out what he was saying. Then John began laying into her more aggressively. Tommy could see his mother tensing and pulling herself up. My excitement over the coming vacation and my birthday was flattened as soon as I arrived home. My mother met me at the door of our home with several suit cases sitting neatly in a row just behind her. My boyfriend invited us to spend a few weeks with him and his sister in Wisconsin, her enthusiasm unmistakable. My dreams of sleeping in and staying up late watching R rated movies, and a few X rated when no one was around, went right down the drain. I know my mother had good intentions by taking. "Ben elbowed me. "Eliza is a good reader. She reads my stuff to me when I get a letter. I don't have a lot of kin like she does, but I get letters from the electric company and the county all the time."Eliza looked up at Ben. "Those are bills, you old fool. Them ain't letters. A letter is like this and tells you something. A bill is just a way of asking you to pay for something. Now hush up and let me read this. It's most of a whole page."Eliza began sitting up straight and was smiling when she. Eventually everyone left and Karl passed out in the bedroom. On Monday the regular manager, haven been advised of the disturbance, came by to check the place out. He found the door open and the place in even worse shape than it now appeared. Karl, who didn't answer repeated knocks on the door, was lying in a pile of vomit on the bed. The manager deduced that Karl was probably only ill from the party but, not wanting to take a chance on a lawsuit, he called 911.The results were that Karl was.