Emily’s mom must have driven the wheels off her car going back and forth to the hospital if she lived this far away. No wonder she couldn’t come v...sit after work each day.I used the hands-free Bluetooth setup in the car to call her.“Hello,” Emily’s mom asked over the screaming and sound of things smashing into walls.“It’s David. Molly got me driving to you as soon as I got home. By the way, what should I call you? Emily didn’t formally introduce us and calling you Emily’s mom is just weird, but. I was mostly concerned about getting thrown out for doing something wrong (like having another person in a booth). I tried a few more times and just jerked off... then finally, the fun part. I pulled in the driveway and saw two cars and thought i struck out again, but i was wrong. When i walked in I could hear that someone was watching some good gay porn, it sounded really fuckin hot. Whoever was watching this was not shy at all. I walked to the board that had a list and pictures of all the. On the floor above, I could see that someone was banging their secretary, or perhaps receptionist on their desk. Above that, a man stood with his pants around his ankles, a spent look on his face and a large stain of his own jizz on the window in front of him.By this time, the mystery woman had come out of her post-orgasmic stupor, and was beginning to collect her things, re-dress herself, and ready to get back to work. She towelled herself off completely, spritzed some body spray on herself,. Sure enough, Mrs. Palmer and her husband did show up. She was wearing a head covering that suggested her hair was either shaved or had fallen out from chemotherapy. He was using a walker and while he seemed much stronger than he was when I last saw him, he was clearly weak. I had noticed a wheelchair with an oxygen tank in the corner of the room, and thought that might have been pre-placed for him. I looked straight into Mrs. Palmer’s eyes as she was introduced to me and saw no hint of.