Several days after the phone disconnect, as Mike was looking through the mailbox, he found an envelope with familiar handwriting – it was from his m...ther.He took the mail inside, sorted the bills and put them in the bill box, left the rest of the mail on the kitchen island, and sat down to open the letter.He got about halfway through the first page, and put it down on the table – shaking his head. Chen walked into the kitchen and started looking in the fridge – he said to Mike ‘so what are you. My wife was showing signs of exhaustion, but Vonna was still going at it. Vonna got Debbie on her back and was kneeling on both my wife’s upper arms which were over her head. Vonna grabbed my wife’s ankles and pulled them up beside her head and knelt on them, raising Debbie’s ass high in the air. Debbie was stuck, she couldn’t move and was way too tired to do so. Vonna ripped what was left of Debbie’s panties off exposing my wife’s bald cunt and asshole. Debbie was trying to scream but it. The holidays are officially family times. Mom was an only child. We had always assumed that Dad was too, and knowing that he had once had a twin sister didn't really change the present. The last of our grandparents had died over five years before, so we pretty much were the family. We made the best of it. The Davises were out of town for the weekend. Tom's parents had invited them to Denver. The only good part of this was discovering that distance did not seem to make a difference when it came. She came near her brother and gave his flaccid cook a small squeeze. It stirred. She laughed and asked him to wear back his clothes. After both were dressed Amir gave her a kiss on her cheeks and said good night. Both of them slept soundly knowing that more was in store with the rise of the new sun. Chapter 3 Faiza woke up late next morning. Lazily she pulled the curtains, letting in soft light of March sun into her bedroom. It was spring which is the best month in Lahore (Pakistan). She walked.