I got in the driver's seat and looked over at my mom. She had that loopy look on her face that I had seen a few times before. She didn't get drunk oft...n, but I knew the signs. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm fine... I'm going to kill my son tomorrow though. He was supposed to pick me up at the bar. It's a good thing you're taking me home with you." "Mom, I'm your son. It's me, Andrew." She looked me up and down as I started driving off. "Nah, you're not him... I mean, you look like him, bit. Usually it was the job that no one else wanted. He was outside when it was frigidly cold or when it was burning hot. He was stuck indoors on some hot factory floor when the weather was nice outside. There were times when he wondered how he had survived those times.He stepped into the house and closed the door behind him. The warm air hit him in the face which was a shock after being in the cold. He slowly took off his gloves, hat, and coat as if afraid that he’d get cold again. The office was. I wanna do it.” Aaron grinned. I followed him for a few minutes round the corner to a construction site. Walking down the side road we went through a gap in the fence to the back of a very long garden backing on the one of the houses that was being built. It was quite dark but you could see from the street lights in the distance. I stood with him behind an old tool shed to minimise the risk of being caught. “Here,” he said. Now my heart was racing. What the hell was I doing? I kept asking. ” Anita quickly worked her fingers in and out of Anita’s cunt and was greeted with a squeal of pleasure two minutes later as Sami finished and then a torrent of cunt juices from her cunt. Anita had never felt such a flood, and smiled at Sami. “Good bitch now clean yourself up slut.”Sami pulled her panties off and left them in the car and used a hanky to dry her legs, before going into the store with Anita and following her up the stairs to the women’s clothes and with her and looked at the.