. I'll ask my mother. I'll do as you say."Linda smiled. "You should call her 'Mommy,' Sean. She likes that, and sodoes my mother. They're both going t...o be a big part of your life fromnow on---looking in on you and helping Mrs. Pettigrew with hersupervision---so I want you off on the right foot. So call them both'Mommy.'"Sean was as hard as he had ever been in panties. Having to call Linda'smother 'Mommy' as well as his own! Imagine! And he couldn't wait to beunder Dolores Pettigrew's. In our previous home, I could just lock my room and do anything I wished. I used to jerk off almost every night watching porn on my laptop. I used to sleep only in my underwear. Here, however, I had no such luxuries. I could only jerk off in the mornings when I bathed, and that too I had to use my imagination, which took longer than usual for me to cum which made me late almost every day to college. Even sleeping with my clothes on seemed troublesome, since I had grown accustomed to sleeping in. I was tired of finding burned out homes. The thugs Marshall Pope described were definitely around this area, and Sheriff Naile's suspicions were validated. It was increasingly likely that the lack of phone service and the vandalism were related.I continued on point with Rachel and Cathleen behind covering our flanks. We walked closer than usual, the weather making it unlikely bad guys would be about. With any sense and a warm place to hold up, neither would we.I smelled smoke. Fearing my. They all can. I’m going to check out that wardrobe. I barely notice the rummaging Petra as I walk in and turn to my side of the well-lit closet. There must be a hundred different outfits in here. A cursory glance reveals glittering evening gowns, a few expensive-looking skirts and a variety of blouses. There’s the smell of dry-cleaning. I spot a selection of handbags crammed onto one of the shelves. And then my eyes fall upon the shoes. They fill the floor beneath the hanging clothes. There.