As I started to undo the waist cord, I heard a sound in the driveway. I said to Jill, "Oh fuck, Mom is home." Jill grabbed her panties and ran for her...bedroom. The table had some wet marks on it from Jill's vagina. I quickly took a paper towel and some spray cleaner to wipe the table. I also gave a few sprays in the air so the lemon scent would cover any smell of sex. I sat at the table with a magazine to hide my erection and the wet stain on my pajamas. When she walked in I smiled as we. I mean who made you? Who wrote your code?”“Information about system administrators is restricted.”“So you don’t know who made you?”“You do not have the required permissions to access these files.”“What about your granddad? Or the guy who sold him the CD?” Olivia asked.“UI, my granddad’s never used Master PC, has he?” Dylan asked.“Neither Rodger Albert Davies nor Marcus William Scott are registered users of Master PC, nor have their profiles ever been altered by its power,” the UI replied.“What. But the sight of a single blond pubic hair curling out of the crotch of the girl’s pink panties as she bent over had been too much. Samantha’s husband had left the house at the crack of dawn to play golf, and with no particular reason to be discreet, her resistance crumbled quickly.After rubbing Lexi’s pussy through her panties with the side of her hand for a minute, Samantha pulled the panties down around Lexi’s ankles and penetrated the younger girl with a finger. Lexi had gotten very wet. Last time we did an oil change on the Cessna, I kept bumping into Tina."Look," she said, "I can get my hands in there a lot easier."I'm glad she's not one of those manicured, primped posers."I don't think I'd ever like being that way, Alan," she'd told me once. "Even earrings. I would be afraid you'd get frisky and chip a tooth."I guess that Susan's the only one of the bunch who'd ever shown up with noticeable makeup, and hers was a tiny bit of eyeliner and mascara. Her eyelashes are long, but.