I sent my post code , and she duly arrived fifteen minutes or so latter , looking stressed on my doorstep, but still fit in her shorts and white tee s...hirt for a fifty something mother of three. “Hi ,sorry “ she said ,”fuck it was so busy down there , I was going round and round ,cues everywhere “. “ Come in for a coffee and calm down then “ , we went through to the kitchen and over the coffee I hear her story of wow , about she has had no time off and her mother was ‘doing her head in’ and she. “This old thing,” winked Windsor.“Where the hell did you even find a pink apron with ‘sissy’ written on it in glitter?”“They’re rhinestones. And I bedazzled it myself, Daddy!”“Smokin’ hot!”“Thank you,” twirled the bottom showing off the black mesh midriff top and and rainbow colored biking brief undies.“Look at that ass! What’s cookin’? Smells great!”“Salisbury steak, creamed potatoes, and sweet & tangy carrots.”“Mmm!”They ate. Windsor sipped water while Danny had beer. Once finished the host. I'm not lying. The feel of your mouth and your cunt linger in my memory."?? ? ? ?The gun in my hand was lightweight, but nonetheless my arm was growing tired. I needed to kill him before he talked any more.?? ? ? "We have a new thirteen year old from Holland who has the blondest hair and the sweetest little ass, and I keep thinking how you would enjoy fucking him. I even told Trung that, didn't I Trung?" ?Trung was scared. He said nothing. His eyes darted about looking for a way to disable. David Schuyler uncomfortably squirmed in his chair from the impact of my cock up his ass, of course, but the others focused their gaze on me. That was even true of Coach Brown, although he was in a rather nice mood thanks to the recent progress in his long-time romance with Camille Barker.It was a lot easier to be on good terms with the history teacher these days, especially since we both loved that subject and had other things in common. Particularly, it was likely that we would be sharing.