I make my why back to her room and set on the edge of the bed and i reach up in the dark and put my hand on her ass wow its bare i wiggle her a bitAnd...say "I'm here mom"she reachs over and places here hand on my leg "Why are your cloths still on" she ask"Oh i'm sorry mom" i say"well get them off" she demandsSo i stand up and strip down to nothing and set back on the bed she reachs over grabs my cock "Wow thats nice its just as big as i thought it would be" then she rolls forword and start to. Eventually there was only about 7 guys left and the theatre owner. I slowly started to pull my dress and shirt on and Phil was talking to them inviting them home to continue fucking me there.They all readily agreed, and followed us out of the theatre. Some got in the back seat of our car and the others piled into another car.We pulled out onto the road and Phil headed off home. We had hardly gone a few hundred yards when I felt a hand slip under my shirt and start to squeeze and maul my right. "Sorry to pop in like this but I wanted to talk to you in person," Dan said.Sam went over to where the girls were working out and we went to my study."So what's up?" I wanted to tell you we have a big contract for Shield Security." That's great. What is it?" It concerns a movie star that's buying a place near Santa Fe. They want someone to install a security system before they move in. It seems that they contacted the Santa Fe Police Department for a recommendation. Officer Bryant took the call. Her stare was not like Donovan’s. No idle curiosity; her brown eyes were knives that pared the flesh from bone like skin from a potato. Likely the only question in her mind was where to dispose of his body when those sharp brown eyes finished eviscerating him. “Mrs. Reed, this really isn’t how it seems…” he began awkwardly, before realizing that the explanation might be even worse to her than what she already thought. “Do tell,” Mrs. Reed said coldly, and he started to continue. She cut him.