“Shut it.”“Come on, Moria is waiting, we’re late.”... Moria signed the non-disclosure form after a quick read through. Cat passed across a t...umb drive. “Trade ya, two hundred million for ten percent of EPI.”“How was meeting the Big Baddy himself?”“Scary at first, but I kinda got used to the big Jerk.” After Moria’s laughter, “Scary, really scary. Gretchen wet her panties and ran in terror. The four morons at our table never came back. If it wasn’t for Master. I would have run too.”“What’s he. My Ronni. Kneeling in the middle, waiting for me. I joined her. I had anticipated tender foreplay and loving. What I got was Ronni kissing me deeply, fondling me as I touched her pussy, finding it almost dripping with juice in expectation."Lay down, baby," she said. "It's time for US!"She knew what she wanted. She'd been astride me before, and she'd rubbed that sweet pussy on my dick before, even to the point of orgasm. But it was time for penetration."Eager" falls short of describing her. From the rear she looked exquisite - years younger than her 38 years.Again I sat back, realizing my hands were trembling uncontrollably. For the first time since arriving at my home I thought about getting out of there - leaving mom and her female-lover to their own ends. Hell, I even contemplated calling dad - begging for his forgiveness and asking to move back in with him!Back in the other room I saw that the old woman, several centimetres shorter than mother, was now standing so that she may. It was from Caroline - “Can we talk tomorrow after school.” No subject. No hello. No question mark, either. Instead, only a request.Like a new character introduced in the middle of a TV show’s season, this email opened up a whole new world of possibilities for Mr. Livshitz to exist in as he stroked harder and harder, faster and faster, considering all of the things that may be said in this meeting, but more importantly, what may be done. He could feel himself getting closer, and closer,.