Lisa's eyes were boggling. Chris could read her mind. He went to explain, but no, this was Shahia's story."Lisa, this is Maria. She'll come and go whi...e I tell my story."She took a deep breath. "My father's name was Hassan Esfahani. He was born in Yazd, a city in Iran, a Persian Shiite Muslim, poor as dirt. He went to Cairo University to study commerce on an Iranian government scholarship. My mother's name was Georgette Baracat, from Jezzine in Lebanon. She was a Druze Christian, from a rich. ’ ‘Don’t be crazy….you’ll need more than just you to get into the lab and get him….I’m coming with….’ ‘Don’t you be crazy….you have Megan to think of.’ ‘I am thinking of Megan….we get rid of Snake once and for all, he’ll be off both our backs…and then we get the drug money out the safe…..should be close on a million in there on a Friday evening….do you know the combination?’ ‘If he hasn’t changed it….. only he and I knew it…..we can get in there by the back way…..the way I escaped when he. "OK, we have a deal"============3=============After supper, my mom helped me clear the table, while we talked. She askedabout what I wanted to look like. what color hair and how big I wanted mytits to be. I giggled, told her I wanted big tits but other than that Ididn't know.She smiled "I should have known. I'll take care of it."She got a tape measure. Measured my chest hips and inseam. Then she tookoff. I did the dishes like always then went to watch TV with my dad."Where did mom go?" I. I guess I'd just have to make the best of it. Looking down over her bobbing head I saw that he'd pulled her skirt up exposing her arse and he was stroking into her steadily. "No underwear?" "Mmm. I wondered why he told me not to wear any. Now I..." The sound of a slap came from the other end of our sexy train and she went back to slobbering all over my boobs. Oh well. I slid a hand down the top of her blouse and caressed one of her smooth breasts. It felt wonderful and I noticed her breathing.