“We had no money, and no place to go, but the Lord directed this niceman to take us in.”Timmy and Beth were already snuggled into bed, and they ga...ed at their motherwho strutted before them in her stockings, garters, and pink pants. The lad’s smallcock was stiff as he stared at his mother’s bare titties. Perfect plump orbs they were,bulging with bouncy firmness, their rosy nipples cocked.Timmy wriggled beneath the covers, and his sister gave him an inquisitive look. Thatfunny thing, which she. She was accompanied by a black gentleman who was her "boyfriend." He looked to be pushing his mid-50s but was in very good shape. Turns out that he (like me) was a retired Marine. He firmly shook my hand and we all sat down. Jamie introduced him as Mr. Anthony. I initially thought that was strange. We made some small talk comparing notes about our times in the Marines and what units we had been in and where we had been stationed. All the while he had his arm d****d over Jamie's shoulder and. .. under... the... bed. You should... keep... them." She was fading fast."Okay. We'll get the boxes, too." I watched as she struggled to stay awake. I couldn't help it. I looked directly into her powder-blue eyes. "We'll bring your cards and the boxes. But now it's time to go to sleep. Do you trust me?" She nodded with effort. "Good. Now, look into my eyes. Sleep is coming. I'm going to count to three, and when I say three, I you will surrender to the sleep. Just let the sleep take you. You. We’re back with Charley on those dull residential streets again. She walks toward us, microphone up, continuing her introduction. “This week we’re back in London for yet another southern slut...” She half laughs at her cheekiness. “They do seem to love their doggies down here...”We focus in on a tall and slim, well-dressed business woman type, as she finishes a cigarette outside a small office block – only 3-4 stories tall.Her blonde/grey hair is as immaculately cut and styled as her charcoal.