I guess she’ll get sent to a gulag at some point!”“Sadly, you aren’t that far off. Unless she defects, she’s going to have to keep her mouth...shut. But enough of this, let’s go to the party!”We left the room and headed to the elevator to go up to the attic room. Dave and Julia had volunteered to man the front door to let our guests in, so I didn’t have to worry about that. When we stepped out of the elevator, everyone stopped and stared. Bethany was right - the uniform was a hit.“Oh my God,. When was that first memory of my mother as a little boy?I remember how my mother was always chasing me like a toy.She tried to protect me, she tried to teach me,But she always let me be that crazy little boy.I learned from Dad and I learned from Grandpa,But the big influence when I was little was from my mamaShe would play the piano, play her guitar, and sing to make me smile,To make me dance, to put me to sleep, but always to tell me I was her special 'chile'.I remember those special hugs, I. That's why I'm calling you, Dad. She just went into a bedroom with some high school guy!" Where are you? I'll be right there!"High school punks parted like the Red Sea before me as I strode through the beer-sodden ranch style on the far side of town. I quickly found Cindy, and she looked positively relieved to see me, despite the punishment she knew must lay ahead. Taking my arm she pulled me down a hallway to a closed doorway, indicating that Angie was within. I threw open the door.In the. As she puts on her upper clothes, she watched as both hunstman walked out, for once not fighting, and she sighs happily as she imagines what two horny teenagers can do.When both guys appeared at her door, bulges evident with their desire, a naked teacher greeted them , her hourglass figure making them drool. Grabbing each guy by the hand, she closed the door with her semblance and throw her boy toys to the bed, her needy holes prepared for anything. When both guys filled her at the same time,.