" So what does that have to do with you?"Heather looked at him crossly. "I told you several times already, I have to look after her when Mom's not hom...." Yeah, but I thought Tuesdays and Thursdays your Mom was home. Today's Thursday, so what gives?"Heather silently damned his selective memory. She was always frustrated with how he would never remember anything except what revolved around him. "I had to do stuff for Mom, okay?" Heather said loudly, hoping her tone would deter him from further. "Tell me all about it" i said exitedly."Well I let him kiss me some more, and drop my blouse off my shoulders, he went after my tits like he hadn't eaten in months, all the while exploring my pantiless pussy under my skirt with his talented fingers. I couldn't stand it anymore so I undid his belt and zipper and let his trousers fall to the floor, like me he was ready, no shorts, and his cock was a monster. I tried to wrap my hand around it but it only went halfway, So I took him in both hands. She doubted the kid knew anything about this kid.From a back room, a middle aged woman appeared. She wore her blond hairin a ponytail and Esme noticed a number of small food stains on herblouse. Probably a mother she thought. The woman caught Esme's eyes andnodded. She noticed her eyes flicking towards the back room and then theydisappeared.Esme looked over at the boy. "Do you mind if I use your loo?" The boylooked at her blankly. "We've been on the road for a while. Lots ofcoffee." She knew. I looked up as a man walked into the room wearing a simple white mask over his eyes. He was naked, with a hard cock that looked about 8" long. A broad smile spread on his face. I estimated he was middle aged; there was a thick patch of hair on his chest, big swinging balls, a wedding ring on his finger."Hi Angel, my name is Bob... and I'll be fucking you tonight!" he laughed. "Seriously though, I'd shake your hand, you know, if you weren't all tied up!" The asshole laughed again, harder. .