She unpacked the little device and stared at it for a second trying to imagine the day to come, thencleaned it, put the batteries in and tucked it in ...er purse before she headed to work.Halfway to work she dialed Jay and put him on speaker phone. They were chatting about what they hadto do today when Jay asked “Where are you right now?” “At the gas station, getting out to pump somegas” She replied. He could hear her open the car door, and heard her remove the nozzle from the pump,open the gas. ” The flat wasn’t a bad size really, and was open plan. Where she had decided to put the settee and the television meant that I could watch her in the kitchen whilst looking at the football results coming through. She had changed out of her work clothes and was wearing a dress - a beige shift dress, knee length, patterned, short sleeves, cut in what i think is called a sweetheart neckline. (Passive listening for years - the words go in but don’t necessarily come back out in the right order!).. I admired the sway of Samantha's ass as she walked in front of me into the house. My cock began to stiffen and I had to think of painful things to make it go back down. I hoped that I would be able to resurrect it later in the evening. I led Samantha into the den just as Gwen brought in a big pitcher of ice and water and a couple of glasses. I drank a glass with Samantha before heading to the kitchen. Judy began to speak even before I had sat down between her and Gwen."Brock, I know what you. I ring the doorbell reluctantly, and Janet lets me in. She tells me he's in the garden, so I walk straight through.I don't see him near the orangery, so I run across the lawn and up the slope. I find him sitting on the wooden bench, with his shirt undone and the sleeves rolled up. He seems dishevelled compared to earlier. I join him on the bench without a word."So your father is angry?" he asks simply."Yep." Huh, mine too. And my mother..." What?" My parents called me. I've been disinherited.".