In other words, mom more or less had exclusive rights to my cock. But then, it was not as if I need to fuck anyone else. That was to say fucking-wise,... even for a young man like me, mom managed to keep me sexually satiated. Mom even got a masseuse to teach me enough massage techniques so that sometimes I could combine the two and gave her the massage and "happy endings" whenever she wanted it. I thought perhaps she should pay me a salary. She did not. But for my birthday, just before my. Bye" going to the driveway and going off to work and since I can't see his mom's car that means Rob is alone now. His father left the door open for me and I walked right in and shut the door and started to trudge up the steps. "Dad?!" Rob asks when he hears me outside his door and when I open it he smiles happy to see me and lightening me up to see his smile even when I'm in my crappy condition. He's in his boxers and socks at his computer, porn clearly on the screen since he was going. They attacked and in his rage my father accidentally destroyed the twelfth rock himself. The fool's got their fighters and started trying to break my father but for five millennia he held them off slowly getting pushed back until the eleventh and tenth rocks joined the other four in oblivion. Soon after the tenth was gone the warriors swarmed him like a mountain of ants. They got what they wanted but they regretted it. With my father's last breath he closed the abbyss with an orb of great fire. I’m not one of your braindead children or grandchildren. You weren’t expecting me to find out that every piece of furniture at this location consists of cheap, disposable movie props. I see this addendum came from your business and was not part of the main contract. Have I mentioned that I’m not stupid like you assumed because I’m a teenaged female? You were very precise in your wording, to which I commend you. I read here that you provide above-average quality furniture and premium quality.