"Angie and Jor-lyn looked at each other, and smiled, both feeling the attraction to the other.The next window, two men, with another tied male between...them. One using the tied male's mouth for satisfaction, the other deep in the tied man's backside, fucking it, his hand reaching around to grasp the captive's cock and pump it unmercifully, to the obvious pleasure of the captive.By now Angie was ready to take Jor-lyn right then and there, a sentiment obviously shared and welcomed by Jor-lyn, but. Over the months, she had managed to hide enough money to where she could hire a cab to take her and little Jeff to the airport where she bought them a ticket back to her hometown. She had been gone over a year when she knocked on her parent’s door. Her mother could not believe it when she opened the door and saw her now seventeen-year-old daughter standing there with a baby in her arms.“Hi mom,” Dianne softly said.“You look absolutely wonderful. Come in and tell me about yourself and the little. Kissing his left nipple I asked, "Was it bad?"He brushed his lips against mine, a couple of times and said, "The water was only about a half-inch deep. And we got it pumped out and turned fans on to dry the place out, but we'll probably have to replace the floor, which isn't as bad as it sounds. He had the place pretty well torn apart anyway. He says he's doing the remodeling he's been itching to do for years and Mom wouldn't let him."Grandma isn't a woman who likes making changes in her home.. The stress of today was gone.In big tee shirts, we lounged around in the living room with the boys. They were crawling, standing, taking a few steps and baby talking with an occasional word plain as day.I woke up with Lorrie in my arms, her blue eyes staring at me and her comforting touch. I had had a restful night; the first in a few days. It was the start of another busy day.On my way to Section 12, I met up with Troy; his face still looked bad.“Have you made the morning call to Ambassador.