Pressing lightly against the back of her skirt, I whispered in her ear."What color are your panties?"Before she could answer, I spoke again."No? You'r... not going to tell me?"Samantha shook her head. I visited the cabinet again and returned to put a collar around her neck."Tell me," I hissed.Samantha shook her head again.I smiled. She looked like Mom, but she wasn't, and she played the game differently. This was going to be a lot of fun. I pulled down on the rope at the back of the collar and. It was just Mom after all.The following Friday night Edna and Andrew came over, Mom had invited them to dinner.It was a fine dinner indeed and after we helped Mom put away the dishes, (a point in Andrews favor), we adjourned to the living room to watch a movie. Edna sat on my lap on the recliner while Mom and Andrew sat on the love seat.I did not even get to see the title of the movie because Edna started the make out part of our evening immediately.I turned off one of the two living room lamps. ” I sounded like I was speaking gibberish, but it was hard putting words together when my ass was being drilled mercilessly by a mad man packing a 10-inch weapon. Mario was pounding me with a steady rhythm he would plunge his cock all the way up my tight ass cunt, then three quarters of the way out, he would plunge that weapon back in again. Back and forth he pounded. he groaned and grunted has he hammered away, I could his sticky sweat on my back and ample ass cheeks as he plowed me. The. " So, all I needed was a little rest?" I asked."Well you did have a little infection from the burn, but that is all gone now, I think." Has Jen gone home?" I asked."She is still here. She has been busy. First it was keeping us out of prison. Then it was being sure the cops didn't tell the story any way, but her way. Now that you are awake, I expect her to be gone tomorrow." Mike said laughing."Has she figured out how to legally steal the Atwood's money?" I asked smiling. After all I did know.