I sighed. "I need a break from all this shit." "Why? You're the Sarge now! These men are gonna follow you to hell and back, and then share a night in ...he local pub." I know, but... I killed Sarge. A man. He wasn't Skaven, or an Ork, or even Chaos, but a man that I knew, and I killed him in cold blood!" Chill. He was a dick of a sergeant anyway. So... I have some plans on what to do. I mean, we are a free company now, we can go anywhere." Look man, I just need some time to think over what the. Took a shower, got dressed, did my hair, makeup. Was wearing a pink skater skirt, black sheer sweater (red satin bra under it), white stockings with black bows at the top, black open bottom girdle with garter straps, pink ruffled panties, black pumps. Wore my short "bob cut" wig with a pink bow in it. Pink lips gloss and light blue eye makeup just like he liked. He was waiting sitting in his truck as I flashed my lights and pulled next to him turned on the interior lights and smiled at him. He. You could have yelled fire, and not a muscle would have twitched. They all sat and stood with jaws aslack as the three teenaged harlots appeared in the hallway from my bedroom. The three were in their sluttiest emo girl make-up, and each looked like a fantasy come to life. You could have heard a pin drop, while the assembled perverts looked over the tits and cunts on display. The three sluts sauntered out to the room and stood there, displaying their bodies in ever increasing. "Sorry Mom," he said. "I guess I just kind of exploded." Oh!" Madeline said again, and then she turned and left the kitchen, walking quickly and holding her cum-laden hand away from her body.Still grinning, Gerald watched his mother as she went down the hall, her bottom wiggling as she went, the movement emphasized by the splotchy puddle of jism on the back of her skirt. Then he tucked his cock into his sweatpants and went to his bedroom.* * *A couple of hours later Madeline called out to.