" As far as you know?" I asked.Mom shrugged again, then told me, "We don't really have our ownculture. We don't have any written records or history. ...What I knowis primarily word of mouth."I just stared at her, still unsure of what to think. It was hard tothink of this sexy woman as my mom or believe her claims of being her.However, the evidence certainly seemed to suggest she was.She seemed to guess what I was thinking because she began changingagain, turning back to the mom I was familiar. Hendricks!" Samantha yelled. "It's the police, and they're arresting Stephen!"I thought it was very interesting that Dr. Hendricks was Stephen, but Mrs. Hendricks wasn't Kathy. I wondered if it was Samantha's choice or if Mrs. Hendricks insisted on it. Either way, she was there in just a few seconds, demanding answers. Rachel was a few feet behind her."What's going here? Why are you arresting my husband?" Mrs. Hendricks," Lizzy said. "I'm sorry, but your husband has been accused of molesting. The feeling of my cock entering her pussy hole was even better than the blow job. We began to move in unison, the bed creaking with our movements. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. Fuck, my dreams are being answered. I am fucking Alexa. My cock was getting a workout. Then I put my hand on her pussy and lubricated my finger, then put my hand on her ass. As I rammed my finger deep into Alexa's ass, she began to moan again that she was cumming. So was I. I shot my seed. The presence of the tigers along with their classy bearing, their furs and their diamonds served another purpose: The staff completely forgot to check the girls’ ID. So when Little Bit quietly inquired about available white wines, the manager himself brought over the wine list.He was smart enough to realize in an instant that the girls knew far more about wines than he did. The fact was that the list included some wines that were surprisingly good. Little Bit and Ann debated the relative merits.