Stacy could have snapped his arm in one motion, but in knowing that, kept her cool. “I have a special delivery for Alyssa Childers.”“You mean Al...ssa Miles?” he answered in a haughty manner. “You don’t even know her name. I’d advise you to leave.”“Her name is Alyssa Childers, and she’s my mother,” Stacy answered as un-snidely as she could. “Her ex-husband, my dad, is getting remarried and wants to invite her to the wedding.” She produced the elaborate invitation as further proof.“She expecting. My husband knocked his door as she momentarily waited until she heard his door open, then started to moved away.A shortish fat man appeared, very portly and very nude under his open house coat dressing gown, displaying a fat cock under an overhanging hairy stomach.I stole a look at again, she had stopped pushing and was looking where I had been, at his fat cock, 'God Moron Felicia', he said in Swedish, I swear I saw his cock twitch at the mention of her name, she smiled an open smile, 'God. I had nodded for her to run it on the plasma. It began when they came past the security island. We were able to follow them to the parking lot, then into the main entrance into the hallway where they went into the fourth office on the right. A few minutes after they entered the secretary for that individual left the office and did not return until after the two had left.Marcy had the Tuesday video and it was almost and exact copy of Friday's.The Thursday video was different in that they changed. He seemed to actually be asleep, so I just moved over even closer to him and took in the feeling of his touch. My ass was nearly touching his crotch now. He’s an early riser, so he woke up before me and had already showered when he woke me up to shower. He was only in a towel, but dropped it without shame to change. I guess he was used to being nude in front of others from football. I struck up a conversation with him so I could continue to stare. He was always sort of a big brother figure to.