I did that because they wanted to be totally alone. They wanted nothing, but to be left alone."Give them a few more days, then we will try to civilize...them again," Sterlin said."No, if they never want to come out, we won't force them. They have had enough terror in their lives. Let them do whatever they want as long as they are not harming themselves," I said."Rose, we have to be able to put a leash on them. They need to learn we are not the enemy. They need to learn that all people are not. I could save $500 the next month, and $200 each month thereafter, if the uniform was filled by its rightwise occupant – Whitney.I'll spare myself the shame of recounting the despicable details. Any reader of your stories can easily imagine the methods of manipulation and subtle deceit I used to get Whitney to eventually welcome Mr. Andrews to her bed. What also happened, a bonus that is often missing from your stories, was the mother's – this mother's – experience: hiding in Whitney's closet,. She removed it. Wowwww, I couldn’t believe it. I have seen many boobs in porn, and to see live hanging melons in the front, and that too of mom, it was driving me crazy. She had big boobs, they were in shape. They weren’t hanging or sagging too low, they were upright in the perfect position. Her nipple and areola weren’t too dark, they were light brown. Her nipples were slightly erect, and the color of her boobs was pinkish-white. There was very less space between them, they were not falling on. “The bathroom.” “What? Just now?” “Yes.” Heather’s voice was low and she was breathing harder. “What happened?” “Stacey and I peed on the floor.” I wasn’t sure if I heard her correctly or not. “You both peed on the floor in the bathroom? Just now? Together?” Heather just nodded, staring straight ahead and breathing deeply. My cock gave a jump and I had to grip the steering wheel tight. I wasn’t sure if I believed her or not. But, my voice felt tight as I asked, “What happened?” “We went in.