Ever since my mother died it seemed no one wanted to hear the truth. Detective Diaz stood there with his hand on his weapon, but it was still holstere.... “Am I under arrest?”, I asked. “No, not yet.”, Detective Diaz said in an angry tone. “Then please do as I asked and leave.”, I commanded. “Or what?”, Diaz asked. I just had to laugh at this guy playing the bad cop. You are talking to someone one moment and the next you’re going for your weapon. I looked over at Detective Gautreaux who seemed. I have women and people who look to me like I’m some god damn leader and when I figured I could use someone who would be able to advise me on how to handle shit I’m not even remotely close to understanding you pull this therapist bullshi…”My head is ringing, I don’t really know what happened but I can hear my Mom has her voice raised and while I’m still standing I’m not really sure where I am. My vision starts to come back and my hearing as well but it’s the stinging in my face that literally. Peter walked around the kitchen table where various steaming dishes full of food had been laid out. He stood in front of the stove, scratching his head. There were two pots boiling on the burners.Peter put down his briefcase and opened the door of the stove. A powerful light flashed and Peter froze. He was leaning forward in front of the open stove, his slender arms holding a large tin pan in which sat a large, golden brown turkey. His back ached with the strain of holding the pan. Oh god,. It wasn’t too long before Linda and Sera joined me, and we listened as Maryanne brought Deb to her own orgasm.Once they recovered, Deb and Maryanne walked into the kitchen, where they were kissed and served by Jen. Maryanne, frisky as a puppy, gulped down her muffins and chugged her milk, then bounced up to kiss me deeply, then reached over to grab Linda to drag her out to the couch and a laughing and giggling 69, with spirited tit-groping. Maryanne discovered just how good Linda was with her.