But that promise had only been meant for when they were still there, and he no longer felt it to be a violation. Surveying the apartment from the door...ay he was struck at how barren it was, stripped of all of their things. Of them. He made his way to the closet and found his jacket hanging there. He then slowly began to go from room to room, lingering a bit in each, savoring whatever memories he could, no matter how much they now stung. He could find no further items of his, or of anyone’s.. Mom was helping me pack up my room. mom was a voloptouos woman, d-cup, fat ass,long blond hair and a smile that would light up the world. my dad cheated on my mom a few yesrs earlier and she never picked up the pieces when he left. living with mom for the past few years had really solidified my status as a mommas boy. as my move out date approached, mom was visibly getting depressed. her little boy was growing up and moving out. we would watch movies together, go out for dinner and dancing,. "Ray smiled again, "I'll wait until you're finished before we begin unwrapping out little packages.-o0o-Amanda woke up to the thrashings and muted screams of her twin sister. Sandy must have just woken up and panicked in her bindings. She was terribly claustrophobic and being mummified as she was must be horrific. However, Amanda could do nothing as she was mummified as well. Only her breasts and the metal clamps biting down on them were exposed. Everything else was covered in a stretchy rubber. That alone would be enough to assuage whatever retribution Nancy might exact. Brian finished his bath and plucked the towel off the rack. When he finished drying he hung the towel back on the rack and reached for his underwear. All his clothes were gone! Looking up at the hook on the inside of the door he saw a soft pink terry-towel robe. Then he remembered what Nancy had told him. Reluctantly he slipped the robe on, knowing it had to be from one of the girls. That knowledge made him feel.