She found a disconnected phone outlet in the corner of Monica's room. She saw that it afforded a decent view of the whole bedroom. Walking back to her...room, she found that the outlet corresponded to her closet. A few strikes with a hammer inside her closet and she was able to see fairly well. She went back to Monica's room and made the outlet cover looser so she could see better. As she walked back into her room, she heard the four teens coming in the front door. She quietly moved into her. There was even enough room to put a pool table and desk, along with a bigger bed. After all, there was a slave that I would like to add to the list of objects in the room as well.As I had conceptualized the space in the basement, mother had slide off the couch and was sitting on her heels, back straight and hands on her lap palms up. It was a position I've seen her in numerous times for dad, but never here alone with me... for me.Her head was high but her eyes lowered and when she noticed my. Mia knew she had made the right decision by running away and she couldn't hold back the tears as she embraced her mother.There were no words to describe the way the two of them felt at that moment. Mia gripped her mother with all her might and Angel clung to her daughter. It was if the rest of the world didn't exist. "Oh Mia," Angel said wiping away her tears, "Let me look at you," and she pulled away from her daughter so she could get a better look.Mia gazed into her mother's face, "How did. But Aunt Leslie was a tiny woman compared to Uncle Joe. Not so much in height as in body size. Aside from her huge perfect breasts, her waist couldn’t be more than mine and even her butt wasn’t that wide. How could she take Uncle’s Joe’s cock in her pussy completely? And how could Michael’s hard and pounding member not tear her anus apart?“Mommy’s cuming baby” said Aunt Leslie.Michael moaned loudly, his body arched like a werewolf and they both exploded in mutual pleasure. As I was about to.