This incident happened exactly a week later. Pressie was a good looking student with a nice dimple and an awesome boob to die for. Her Ass was exactly... as her mom, Sheby. I went to Sheby’s house many times after involving in sex with her.Sheby had been put on exam duty by the government to Salem and she had to go for a week. She was bit disappointed in leaving Pressie behind, as her mother was in U.S.A with her brother. She also couldn’t say no to the order from the government. So while. She was helpless and he was in charge.But the Martha he knew was not the same that stood before him. She had gone through quite an ordeal, an ordeal that had taught her a few lessons indeed. The most important lesson she had learned while she was with her friends, was the value of a weapon.The small man never even contemplated her to be armed. The tight energy beam singed a black smoldering hole into the fabric of Martha’s coat and a similar hole into the chest of Mortimer.She wanted to ask the. ”Mom headed for the kitchen, “The coffee is ready, and juice is in the fridge. Help yourself. I will get started on the pancakes. It won’t take long.”We were right in the middle of devouring Mom’s blueberry pancakes when the doorbell rang. Mom got up to answer the door. I heard Mom say. “Come in and have a cup of coffee with us. Steven and Beth are in the kitchen having breakfast.”Ms. Stewart and my Mom came into the kitchen. Ms. Stewart looked right at me and gave me a big smile as she greeted. Samantha's situation was never really discussed until thesissy joined us in the lounge having cleared away the meal and pouredus three glasses of gin and tonic and a lemonade for herself.Samantha came and sat on the settee next to Heather. Sam's movementswere very graceful and feminine. Her makeup was pretty and her legsshapely.Colin couldn't understand it but he found himself aroused by thepretty little sissy."Isn't it a little embarrassing being a sissy husband?" Mary askedSamantha."Oh no,.