" Well, hello, Stud. When you didn't come home for dinner, I figured you had scored someplace, and I figured you'd be out all night getting your rocks...off."I flopped into the easy chair. "Shit!" What's the matter, Ron. Tell Mommy all about it."So I did, first about Nan and then about Meg. She had the good grace not to laugh."Ronald, listen to me. Don't worry about Nan; if Meg doesn't shoot off her mouth about you, you'll nail her one of these days. As for Meg, forget about her. Women want. Here goes nothing. Dont scream bitch, or Ill cut you, I snarled as I grabbed her from behind in a hug around the shoulders with my left arm while I brought my right up towards her neck. I held a dull letter opener in that hand, too dull to do any real damage but the metal was cold to the touch and could give a realistic effect. I pressed it lengthwise across the front of her neck. Jess gave an audible gasp and the letters fell from her hand. I spun her around and looked at her. Relief washed. ." I know," Abigail breathed. "Mothers, too." Yeah. I was awake for that one," he replied."You mean you felt me..." Abigail stammered, blanching."Yes. And don't worry about it," he said, hugging her consolingly. "I enjoyed it a lot." But then why did you stop me?" If your mother tried to lick your butthole..." Right. I'd probably stop her too. But I had to hide under the bed..." Is that where you went?" Michael laughed boisterously. "I thought you ran out before I could get my glasses on." And. She turned to face PC-1 and, grabbing the hem of her tight tee-shirt, whipped it over her head jostling her full blond hair. Her bra held the generous breasts but they still bounced and settled as the tee shirt set them partially free. PC-1 managed to gain enough focus to try his next shot but missed. Tiffany made her next two, then missed the third. PC-1 reached for the buttons of his shirt but Tiffany placed her hands on his to stop him. She rubbed his crotch and unbuckled his belt. She.