The boys had not seen this side of their mother before. Hearing it through the door and seeing it, were two different things. All the cute and cuddly ...hit was being destroyed. For the first time, they were realizing who their mother was. A coked out, junkie slut. As for me, I was enjoying the power of dominating her in front of her sons. All four of us were laying in the bed together watching Niesa fall lower and lower. Me, I was naked as well stroking my 8 inch dick that was still slippery. "I found the Euro-game area. There are some neat ones."The cashier glared at me as I headed into the store. "You'll hate those games," he called out.Erica had already grabbed several boxes. "Oh, look at this one, it has a fantasy theme! This one is nice too; it looks like you are trying to explore an area. Mark why don't we play games more?" We are often busy," I reminded her. "Now let's choose no more than four." Four?" Erica asked. "That's a lot! Are you planning something?" Did you ever. After a while he spoke to her. ‘Francesca, that’s a lovely name, does anyone shorten it and call you Fran or Frankie?’ ‘No,’ she answered in a quiet voice, ‘my family call me Chesca, but my Grandma always called me Froo for some reason.’ ‘Froo. I really like that. Mind if I call you that?’ and he smiled across at her. ‘My name’s Mikhail, Misha for short. I was named after my Russian Great Grandfather who along with his four brothers walked out of Russia on foot at the start of the last century. Suddenly, my mind began to be filled with bad thoughts as I realized that this was perhaps the opportunity that I'd subconsciously been looking for.I explained everything to my husband, and made the suggestion that he take the children while I remained at home. He was a bit reluctant at first, and talked of cancelling our holiday until another time, but luckily the children were so excited about going, that he agreed that I should remain at home.My heart was beating fast and I felt flushed and.