Connor glanced up as Mercer walked in "still no luck?" Connor shook his head "I did have a chat with Neil and Revanche this morning and they have all ...eady started putting out the word, I'm going to go meet with Ruckle in a little while and see what he has been able to find out." Connor stood up when his father and DeClan appeared, with a grin he saw a little head sticking out from under his papa's jacket "Mercer, you know my father Alex, this is DeClan and his son Mal" Mercer shook hands with. As Davey watched his Aunt Abby’s hands slide down to her stomach, he began stroking himself faster, causing the familiar tightness to build in his groin. Now she was slowly spreading the slippery oil over her tummy and around her sides, even dipping her fingers under the waistband as she did. Then her hands slid down both legs, all the way to her feet, before sliding up the inside of her thighs. As her hands moved higher, she laid back and spread her legs slightly, and then she closed her. "I didn't hear that, What did you say?" OK," she shot back a little louder, with anger."Joe, cue some music for the old lady,"A tall, skinny, young, white man picked up his cell phone, hit play, and placed it over the fireplace. A loud, raunchy rap number began to fill the room.Hesitant at first, Chris began to sway to the beat, and rock her hips."Oh, no,' the first one said. Taking the edge of the coffee table, he d**g it to the middle of the floor. 'Up here, on the table. We want a good. I don't remember when I stood up, but suddenly my legs couldn't support me anymore. She followed me down as I collapsed into my chair, and her eyes bragged about how she didn't miss a stroke. I caressed the side of her face, and then I finally found words."Brianna, please," I begged. "It's been too long. Slow down or I won't last!"I was hoping that she would manage to find control, because there was no chance that I would be able to stop her. Her eyes flared at my words, and if anything, she.