. let's hope so!... awfully straight... un-unn... wish I could... why not?... won't... maybe... together?... I'd just die!... we'll see." OK,...girls... Just pile all that stuff on the toilet and get your frozen butts in the shower. Holler when your in, and I'll get your things into the washer."A moment later the water came on, and I heard the cloud of giggles slide the curtain shut. The washing machine was in the garage, on the other side of my miniscule bathroom, so I waited 'til I. Overall, it was a good first two years of school. While at school, I would come back to San Diego once or twice a semester to enjoy some home cooking and do some free laundry - a much needed change from college dorm life. It was pretty great being away from home with all the freedom it afforded, but I did miss those few things that you can only get at home. Speaking of things you can only get at home...my younger brother had a few female friends that would come around our house from time to. She’ll usually be wearing that and her heels and wait for me by the door like a little kitten. It drives me fucking wild when she does that. I don’t know what it is about that girl, but she drives me nuts. She loves to get my stiff cock up her ass. She orgasms like a faucet, when I fuck her hard. I love all the pet names she has for me. It makes the whole experience even more sexier. It’s worth all the risk of being found out. She makes me feel alive. I love my wife, but our sex life is very. Come home. Please come home,” she sobbed.After a moment of assessment, I decided that while there would be a time to try to get more information about the situation, this wasn’t it. I sent an e-mail to my boss explaining that I had a personal emergency and would be leaving for the day.As the clock turned to the bottom of the hour on my drive home, the familiar voice of the morning-drive show’s newscaster soberly intoned, “Firefighters have spent the last two hours fighting a four-alarm blaze at.