Her tits were still hanging out in the breeze though she didn't seem to notice. As she relaxed back against the seat she turned and looked me right in...the eye, then stared down at Jill, who was busily trying to get me off. Then she looked back up at me, smiled and blew me a little kiss before leaning her head against Dad's shoulder and snuggled up to him contentedly.I was dumbfounded. Mom knew that I had watched her give Dad a blow job. She knew that Jill was sucking my cock. She knew I was. Denise could feel thestares of a couple of the men in the lobby as they passed. There was onesmall group, all wearing expensive, finely tailored suits and crackingjokes, and he felt somehow intimidated by them. As he stole a glancetheir way, Denise noticed that one man, tall with wide shoulders, curlybrown hair, and sporting a smoky gray suit was staring directly back. Ohmy god, he thought, he knows I'm a freaking guy! This is not goodDenise, not good. We are going to get the crap beaten out of. A quick stomp or smack caused both thugs to flinch in pain, and caused a reflexive desire to shield that injury from further harm. An elbow to the jaw followed by a kick to the face soon after, and both were down on the ground. Maybe not down for the count, but Jeremy was always a “style over substance” kind of guy when it came to the delinquents he employed. All he cared about was how intimidating they'd look, not how well they'd do in a fight.He should have at least learned to start. What's up?" Susan said, closing her books and giving Jane her full attention."Not me. The Rod wants you." Jane said."I beg your pardon?" Susan said."The rod wants you." Jane repeated."You're joking, right?" Susan asked."Not at all. You know very well I never joke about the rod. I'm quite serious. The rod told me to have you prepare yourself." Jane said."What's this about?" Susan asked."I think you'd better ask the rod that ... in person." Jane said.Susan looked at her a moment. No, Jane did not.