I had seen the driver before, he was from our home town, the passenger looked like the driver, enough to be brothers. I didn't know their names, but I...knew the passenger did part-time construction and odd jobs.The van had a name painted on the side lightner electric and a phone number.I drove back to the house and as I pulled into the drive, I ran in the house, jon was lying on the floor, apparently passed out from shock. Mk's purse was still in his hand and photographs were scattered across. The two bikers, they didn't even tell me their names that time, wanteddinner. So, I made spaghetti and tomato sauce. (It was the bottled kind, butI put a little wine and garlic in it.) They sat at the table as I served andfelt my ass under my dress. Rubbing my leg, the one biker talked about howsoon, "you will be gliding your ass from my lubrication. It will make youwalk even more girlie. Haaa.Haaaa."The other biker asked me if I feel like having an orgasm when a guy cums inmy mouth. I was sure. .there was an incident near the watermains that crossed them with a factory that develops harmless bubblebath mixtures. Every now and then, there?s a surge, and one or morehouses find that their bathwater is saturated with the bubble bathmixtures. Repair work is constantly delayed, but like I said...it?s ahappy accident."Shannon sighed out irritably. "Is it possible that this particular housecan be routed to a clean water source?" Only if the water is legitimately harmful," Tracie answered,. Sexy and eminently fuckable.Looking up, I saw the red heels strapped at her ankles. Those shoes had lethal spiked heels which put tension on her smooth calves, the effect stirring me on a visceral level. She was wearing a skirt in cornflower blue and bootlace top, her eyes fixed on me, her straight blonde hair loose down to her shoulders.“He’s out shagging that little-fucking-bitch,” my step-mother added.It was another shock to hear the vehement outburst. My step-mother’s manner has always been.