She probably wouldn't anyway. We'd both promised Barb. Instead I said I was going to bed. Tally said she was tired, too. I helped her -- not that she ...eeded it, she was used to hopping on one leg -- to her room and got her tucked in.I went into the master bath off our bedroom and took a shower. I finally was free to relieve the pressure Tally and her stories had built up. I started stroking. It didn't take long for me to reach my climax. I popped when a picture of my Barb with her face buried. '"Andrey, let me get some pictures of you working on your new website. They will look so cute in the next album. Look busy and happy."The thought of his own website brought a smile to Andrey's face. His mother thought he put it there for the picture. He wondered what she would say if she knew it was the thought of watching some hot young girl suck a cock that made him smile. Or imagining that same girl spreading her legs to him. He felt his cock swell at the thought."You have enough, now let me. I picked up a nearby plate and dropped it with a crash then hid in a closet. When the guard came in I stabbed him from behind. I took his flack vest, cap, and holster then shoved him into the closet.I then walked around the house and looked for the girl. I went upstairs. The room at the end of the hall seemed like it may be a bedroom. The drug lords room was obviously the one with posted guards. I headed the sound of a cello from his room. I proceeded to walk past to the next room. I carefully. Dressed like a bum, filthy and smelly to heaven, and apparently springing a leak, she was basically just a mess. I sighed, and my mothering instinct went into high gear. I quickly pulled her panties down in front, saw that it WAS just her period (not shot, or knifed, or anything), then I pulled her panties back up, and began undressing her top. The men's flannel shirt she was wearing was filthy, as though she'd crawled through a sewer, and I could at least try to prevent infection, and improve.