Then the doorbell rang. My heart lept through the top of my head innear panic, but Samantha calmed me down. "Don't worry, I know who thisis," he sai... before going to get the door."I think that's my que to leave," Michelle said as he got up to go."Have fun," he almost taunted with a smile on his face. That look andcomment brought my nerves right back up. What did he mean?I soon figured it out.Samantha walked in behind a tall, good looking man. He was older, withslightly greying hair. But. L.F."; not that I would like to fuck myself (although an activity I admittedly occasionally enjoy), but that I am a [veteran] mother who is knowingly fuckable. I am 38 years old and am the proud mother of two lovely children. My oldest, Fred, is 19 years old, the same age I was when I brought him into this world. His father, Frank Applewater, was not excited at the prospect of fatherhood. He took off to live his life in California, free from the responsibility to his impending son, when I was. Bill gets owned…It was about a week later that we heard from Sam and Bill again. We had been busy working and I was enjoying my newfound freedom with Cindy. She was enjoying being ordered around, being made to flash in public, and forced to do other things that were a bit out of her comfort zone. Sam called and came over to the house the next Friday. She had been forbidden to have any sexual contact with Bill for the week and was so horny that she practically begged me to fuck her and let her. We were surprised to find that her hospital bill, which I had expected to eat a big chunk of my savings, had been covered largely in full (excepting the long distance bill of course). With a little digging Tammy found out that the FBI had politely asked the hospital to handle us pro bono with a vague hint of a possible fat government medical research grant. I don’t know if they ever got the grant but I added the hospital to near the top of our own grant list for our new Foundation. We arrived.