On screen, Susan sucked the penis enthusiastically. She'd sometimes pause to lick up and down the shaft but would always return to swallow as much as ...he could take. The metal rod mimicked the girl's actions perfectly, driving in and out without remorse. Amanda gagged whenever it threatened to penetrate too deeply; the machine always seemed to sense this and withdraw. Susan seemed to manage with much less difficulty and descended the shaft until she buried her face in her partner's. Together we lay the underwear on the fire. It charred rather than burned but the effect was the same—no more kiddy underwear. I doused the fire while they made for the SUV, the site of my initial escapade with Rachel. We arrived at Victoria’s just as it was it was opening. I had Becky on one arm and Rachel on the other. They looked more like twins than mother and daughter. They had selected skin-tight black Capri pants and thin short sleeved pullovers, also very tight—so tight it looked like. " I have no idea." I groused. "Juan, what time do I want breakfast?" Boss, I think you have a couple days off." He sounded cautious. "None of us have you scheduled for anything until Wednesday and I called around and no one else seems to expect you for anything."I chewed a mouthful of food slowly. I had forgotten what work used to be like. I swore I'd never be productive again, but I'd spent the last week running around like I actually cared about any of it.Time to go back to basics.. ”“Not really. Tried to run her over with the Grand Cherokee this morning,” Bill quipped followed by a wink.“Bill!” Amanda said.“Relax, mom, he’s joking around,” Frankie giggled.“Yeah, Mandy, just messing around,” Bill said. “And look, the house is still in one piece.”“Well, thank God for small mercies, huh?” Amanda broke into a cackle, stood up and hugged her husband again. “I’m going upstairs to get some sleep.”“Jeez, that just now wasn’t enough?” Bill pointed to the jeep outside.“Hell no,”.