”“Nope.”“And your door is open; anyone could have seen you.”“Really, Mom? Not only is there no one here but you and me, I know what Dad so...unds like on his way up the stairs and I could easily close the door before he got to it.”“Or, are you hoping that he’ll ‘catch’ you at it?”I felt my cheeks heat, but came back with, “You wish. You just like to embarrass me.”“Mistress, you had commanded me to fix breakfast in the nude and record any conversations touching on the clothing-optional. When they got in the house, Frankie went upstairs, took a bath, and changed into clean clothes. Kay put on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, replacing the dress Ronny had torn, which she decided to throw away. When they came back downstairs, Greg was sitting in the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee. He told them Ronny had been taken away by the state troopers. He helped them fill out statements about what had happened. ‘Looks good,’ Greg said when Frankie and Kay were finished with their. “Yeah, I guess so,” I said, quickly glancing down at my cock.“Goddamn, you're a fucking machine,” she said, staring at my cock, which had started to throb again and bounce around.I got her other boot off and sat it on the floor with the first one. When I turned my attention back to her, she had spread her legs even more. Her knees were bent, causing her pelvis to raise up. My cum was leaking out of her in gobs now, down her taint, and to her asshole. “You can use me; however, you need to take. " What, am I going to die soon," Jane retorted. "Are you planning to kill me or something to keep Tommy from having to deal with your dorky older sister?" It's something I heard Brandon tell you once," Lisa said. "He said life is a giant room. You put your possessions there and you put your friends there. When you die, the things disappear, and the friends are the ones who cry at your funeral." Okay, so?" So, I'm just saying. I know how many people are going to cry at your funeral."Jane looked.