Yes, Sandy’s spending of money on clothes for us, particularly the sorts of clothes that we’ve gotten, is unnecessary, at least, mostly so. But, B...eth, do you recall them spending much on wants as opposed to on needs?”During her expostulation, I stared at Heather with more than a modicum of surprise. I should have known better and expected more. We’ve certainly underestimated her many times. Apparently, she’s had some cause to study finances. I broke out of my brief pondering of Heather’s. Melanie and I wanted to be here with my dad over New Years. It's the tenth anniversary of my mom's death, and we wanted to be here with dad and my step-mom for that.I sensed a tickle in my mind from our Harvard Square condo. I keep a permanent low- level lock on the place. In a couple of seconds I brought up a full scan, and what I saw astonished me.A man I didn't know had the keys to both locks on our entrance door, and had just let himself in. He was carrying two large suitcases. I probed the. She held my neck tightly and started moving her hands in my hair while I continued playing with her body..I then…Mother: Stop it!! U mean u fucked her?Arvind: No memsaab I did not…I just..Mother: I just what?Arvind: I just ate her pussy till she cummed again n again n again…I could see how upset my mother was by hearing this…she stepped out of the room and went inside the house…I followed her slowly and saw that she had stepped into her bedroom..she just sat across the mirror and was looking. With the last few pumps, he groaned into my ear:“You. Fucking. Bitch.” He was finished, and pulled out of me.I slowly stood up, wondering what he was going to say next, or if he would just walk out of the bathroom.“Stand against the wall,” he ordered. “Open wide, show me your whore mouth.”I did as I was told.“Do you still want to spend time with me at my apartment this afternoon?” he asked.“Yes, I’d love to.”“Good, now show me what a good whore you are. Keep that mouth open.”That was when he.