"He's five now," I said, "That's old enough." Corbin," she looked sad, "Why do we have to fight about everything?"I wasn't ready to tell her yet. Soon... she would know why I'd stopped being so pliable. Instead, I said, "Get a sitter or don't go. Those are your choices, Brenda."Her eyes widened, "O-okay. I'll get a sitter."I raised an eyebrow. Her voice was quiet and deferential. It was not a tone I could remember hearing from her since she was a waitress and I was a customer, before we'd started. He walked into the living room to find his television still on, and to his surprise still playing the same sitcom, as when he left. He looked again at the clock on the vcr/dvd player, and his jaw literally hit the floor. The clock read 9:05 p.m. He stretched both arms down to the ground, and put his jaw back into place, before stammering aloud, ‘That can’t be! That’s impossible!’ This was almost to much for him as he sat, or practically fell plopping down into his chair. He absently unwrapped. Mary had to watch as her friend's pussy eased down over Royce's mouth. The sound of him sucking her juices, flicking his tongue across her clit made Mary's cunt throb for action. But she knew what was expected of her. Royce had a firm grasp on her wrist. He was pulling her around so she could suck his cock. Mary swallowed hard as she wrapped a thumb and finger around his huge prick and stripped the foreskin back. At least it was clean."Yeah..." Royce sighed as she began to lick it with the tip. They had just had a nice quiet lunch and all Bea wanted to talk about was Ludvine and possibly putting another camera in the hallway closer to the stairs. He also knew that she had just found a new recipe for a Japanese inspired apple pie and she hadn’t even mentioned it once to him. That was so unlike his wife. After they finished lunch she went directly back to her laptop and the empty hallway on the monitor. He was beginning to worry that maybe Beatrix may have been getting a little too.