I hope you don’t mind me being at your house watching them to make sure they do a good job? They are trying to earn enough money to pay for all the ...amages to our place,” Mom explained.“I would love the company,” Mr. Greenbaum said in his thick New York Jewish accent. “It was some party. I could hear the music all the way over here,” he said.He only lived next door so that shouldn’t have been too shocking.My mom directed us to start cleaning up, and I won’t bore you with the details of. This flavor of this one was just as wonderful, and she savored it where it had landed, and continued stroking Daddy's shaft between her lips until more candy squirted out. She still didn't stop, until she was sure no more was forthcoming, and then she took his cock out of her mouth to swirl the semen around inside. After fully enjoying the unique taste and texture, she swallowed it, especially relishing the way it felt sliding down her throat. Daddy still had more candy for his 'little girl',. Then I got morose. Then I felt totally, completely alone.As I sat there thinking about Theresa, I realized she had come to infiltrate every part of my being. She had been the thing that had made me complete. I couldn't blow my nose or wipe my ass without thinking how she would want me to do it. I succeeded at work largely because she had always pushed, prodded, and encouraged me to want better and to feel I could do better. She had made me feel confident and equal to any man.The bitch had been. I was at a loss about how I was going to plan drinks and drugs, so I could fuck her all night long, again. But… I had all day to think about it. ************The steaks were medium rare and tender. The salad was crisp, covered with the delicious, hot, house dressing with bacon bits and tiny pieces of radish. The baked potatos had some steak sauce mixed with the melted butter… absolutely delicious.Mom had one glass of red wine, but limited herself to that single glass. It was going.