She had a voice that begged you to take her out for coffee just so you can listen to her talk for hours. It was the kind of voice that always ends up ...educing James Bond. It was the kind of voice that made me crave a little spot of tea and some crumpets, or whatever the hell those things are called. It was a lovely voice and in the English tradition I wanted to tell her, "I fancy you!" I'm sorry I gave you the wrong medication sir. I really can't explain how it happened." The blurry figure of. Panicked I quickly scanned the room for anything incriminatory, anything that might indicate I had done something other than spend the afternoon watching cartoons. All clear, except shit my discarded knickers. I swiftly shoved them into my bag as my dad swept into the house straight into the front room and flopped down onto the arm chair, which, moments before, I had been pleasuring myself on. Evening Hunny He smiled, and looked me up and down. Taking in my flushed and startled expression, and. Then she knelt at her feet, bending her head to kiss my mother’s thighs.“Let’s get these off,” she said, stripping the panties from my mother’s hips.My mother fell back on the bed, letting Stephanie open her legs. “Damn, you always were a wet one,” she said with a laugh. With a moan her head dipped between my mother’s legs.“Oh Jesus, Stephanie,” my mother cried. She grabbed her head as if she was afraid Stephanie was going to try to escape.I could hear the sucking sounds from Stephanie’s. I was in black slacks, light blue polo shirt and dress shoes.Then I picked up a copy of the newspaper and went to the classified adsto check the real estate listings.I found what I was looking for. It was an four story building with a *Widow's Walk on the roof. It had plenty of parking and it was down town.The first level had a large garage that would also allow for deliveries.The price was right and I bought it on the spot. The Widow's Walk wastobe used as a watch tower. The fourth level I.