"I'm sorry Tommy," she said, "But..." But nothing mum, I expected it, do you think I didn't cry when I got out?"I squatted down in front of her and to...k her face between my hands."Until you can get on your feet mum, this is home, it's not much, but it's ours, it's clean, and the rent's up to date, welcome home mum."She hugged me tightly and cried again, but thankfully only for a few moments."Not much? Tommy, it's a palace, thank you, darling."I showed her the bedroom and apologised for having. Checking the fridge Hannah answered dully, "there's French and Ranch, that's it." Well that's not good," Ana said disappointed, then added sadly, "What we really need is some Laura Dressing." Maybe we can make some ourselves," Lana said spotting a bottle for mixing home made salad dressing in the cupboard and grabbing it. She brought everything over to the large kitchen table (not as large though as the table in the dining room where family meals were to be eaten)."It's a little hard to make. I promisedto be a "good girl," feeling quite ridiculous as I do so, but oh-soterribly happy not to be going to Busy Bees still.Of course, I did have one nemesis in close proximity - the purple consolesitting just a few feet away - the source, essentially, of all mytroubles. I was torn. Part of me wanted nothing more than to depositmyself in-front of the calming world of Bear Island, and to be AMELIAXXXagain, and to let my manifold problems to melt away, like an ice-creamleft outside in the sun,. My dick is already springing back to life as she crawls along the bed, eye's locked on mine. She lifts her leg and straddles me, rubbing her soaking pussy up and down my now fully erect dick. She holds up the scarf that she must have picked up and gives me a wicked smile that makes my belly flip. "I think it's time you were the one who's quiet," she says confidently. My eyes try to tell her 'no chance' but the smile her strong voice produces, gives me away. Quick as a flash she has the scarf.