I let go a breath I didn't know was being held. "JAMES!" I was rudely awakened by a shrill scream from my mother. A glance at the alarm clock told me ...it was 8.30am and a quick check of my phone showed no reply. "Clean that shit up! Now!" I groaned aloud at the dull ache at the back of my head. The day dragged by and I got no reply all day from Jess, or the next day, or the one after that. I decided to text her again. 'Jess, please. This is torture xoxo.' It wasn't until later that evening I. The view was priceless. I came behind her cock in hand and snuck it between her legs. She jumped up instantly saying " I said no!" I turned her around and pulled her perfect fake tits out of her blouse. Pinching her nipples she tried to stop me but I had a firm grip. I pushed my firm cock against her ass. She said "No" While letting out a slight moan. I could hear her voice change so I took my right hand and pulled her thong to the side. I was fully erect and she was wet. I put my dick head in. Barbara Micelli gave off supportive military wife, but also other things. Interesting. She was the one to talk to.I said, "Hello. I'm Siobhan, but you can call me Jo. Sheila sends her regrets. She has a bad case of morning sickness. If I understand correctly, you know more about that than most. Sean, as you know, is buried in the office. I'm his little sister. Since neither of them could make it, they sent me. Don, you can call me Dr. Richards. It might be easier." I was not Sheila, but I tried. Langzeitarbeitslos, in einer Sozialwohnung lebend, Alkoholproblem und geschieden. Seine Frau hatte es mit dem versoffenen Ekel einfach nicht mehr ausgehalten. Seine Söhne waren kein Stück besser. Kevin der älteste ging ständig wechselnden Gelegenheitsjobs nach und hielt sich mit allerlei krummer Dinger über Wasser. Immerhin hatte er schon seine eigne Wohnung. Marco der jüngere lungerte ohne Schulabschluss und nach drei abgebrochenen Ausbildungen eigentlich nur daheim vor der Glotze rum, um dann.