I was freaking out; I didn’t say a word to Brandy; I kept my attention to the computer screen. As she approached the living room I noticed she had a...confined look on her face. “Oh shit she knows” I thought, I then began to prepare myself. I wasn’t fearing what her mom would say but what would be Brandy’s reaction. I knew she would go crazy on me. I stood up from the chair and allowed her to sit down, as she sat down she wiggled her ass into the chair and said “There we go, much better now;. Imagine how it will feel when I slip it into your hot pussy. Maybe Susan can help too; maybe she can rub your little clit while I fuck you deeper than anyone has ever gone before." I started moaning and swaying as he spoke and I gripped his cock in my fist while Susan kept stroking fingers in my pussy and rubbing a thumb over my clit.Just then Tina re-appeared in front of us, looking us over critically, then staring into my eyes as our little tableau continued. No one stopped what they were. "My completely impotent response was to name Mrs. Stone's garden machinery after them. Hell, I even named the chain saw after her mother — Bitch Barbara. In person, I call her "Grandma." She calls me "poor Terry." Bitch.Not that I was allowed to use the chain saw, of course. Mrs. Stone had assured me that the fire I'd ignited with the leaf blower hadn't done any permanent harm to the lawn, and that the grass would grow back next year, but my mother had declared the chain saw off limits. I don't. He saw a man and a woman, both wearing caps with Scottish Natural Heritage on them. Donnie thought they looked harmless enough and he opened the apartment door."Good evening, Sir. We're sorry to bother you, but could you perhaps spare us a few minutes to talk about a petition we're sponsoring?" the woman said.As a rule, Donnie didn't like 'cold callers' and would normally decline and politely close the door. The name of the organisation these two were from made him more sympathetic this time,.