Dad was so sexy. He was an intelligent man, an English teacher, but he also could get his hands dirty. He could talk to you about Shakespeare while st...ipping down an engine.He was so cool. Not like mom. I was glad she was gone for the weekend with her dumb friend. Part of me hoped she never came back. She wanted me to be a perfect woman. Wear skirts, act primly, stop working in the garage, to care about my fingernails. Who cared if they were a little ragged. I worked on cars. If I had a perfect. Michelle was gasping and moaning on Brian’s cock. Her tongue plunged in and out of Michelle’s wet pussy. Brian ate the scene up with his eyes.Siobhan moved next to her on the couch. “He likes his balls sucked too. Like this…” and she proceeded to demonstrate by licking Brian’s testicles and then popping one between her lips as Michelle’s saliva dripped down his rod and mixed with her own.Brian was tugging at her shirt to free it from her waistband, so Siobhan undid the buttons and pulled the. We gotta lotta work to do.’ Eugenia turned, clomping the soles of her dusty boots with intentional noisiness as she walked away. Betty sullenly walked to the potato sack laying half-open on the floor. She lifted it, sifting through its contents. She found a ball of unironed clothes. Laying the clothes out on the floor, she observed her options. First there was the single black skirt she’d been provided, which was unlike any she’d ever worn. It was sleeveless, fringed and flimsy, with dramatic. "I turned away got in my unit and left without saying a word. I went to the station and made arrangements for Bob to go to the gulch this morning and do some talking. I told him to track down some of the girls and see if they knew anything about the girls coming through. I told him to take Beau and see if there were any safes in the casino we needed to open. I also told him to confiscate any monies or paper they found and to bring it all in. We were going through the place with a fine tooth.