A few seconds later, "I have now ascended to a height that better allows me constant surveillance of your home and entire grounds. I will remain here ...on watch until you inform me that your vision systems are again operating efficiently."The Prime leaned against the closed door, feeling a fatigue that was hard to describe. He hadn't done a thing physically, and his body couldn't be tired, but it felt as if it were. His mind certainly was exhausted. Crap. Am I going to be this fatigued every time. After a few lifts, her eyes see something I didn’t want her too and she just smiles. “I get it, I am hot, but you better keep it under control,” she says. “Mind of its own sometimes, working on getting it under control,” I reply. “You need to get laid, how long it’s been?” she asks. I laugh and she responds, “ok too damn long, need to get you a gym honey for the night so I don’t have any surprises hovering over me,” she responds. “Thanks, but I don’t need any hook ups or drama, I just divorced. “I can’t talk to you right now. I have a problem.”“Maybe I can help. Where are you?” Sam gave me an address that Mom wrote down for me. For my own amusement, I was keeping a log of my activities against the monsters. That’s where this story is coming from.I recognized the address as being in the Black section of town, so I figured that Sam might really be in trouble. I drove as fast as I dared to the site and found Sam’s car parked in front of a dilapidated house, and all of the lights on the. Then one day I must have been in a hurry to get started and forgot to lock the door, because while I was in the middle of a extremity hot session, the door opened wide. There I was, with my wig on, the front of my dress pulled up my dick sticking out the cut slit in my panties my bra, filled with panties and pantyhose straining at the material of the red flowery dress, and my dick in my hand. I froze, my nineteen-year-old cousin, Joan stood looking at me with a huge smile on her face. "Hey.