I’d been Marianne’s shoulder to cry on. Figured that would cut some ice with Stacey this time around.I came in through the kitchen door, the one o...f the driveway. She was waiting for me. She was leaning back against the little kitchen table we almost always ate breakfast. But this clearly was not breakfast time; it was a quarter of 6:00 P.M. And, it didn’t look like dinner was on the agenda either. Dessert maybe, but dinner no. She was absolutely stunning.She was wearing the shortest of her. The problem occurred when I was on a week's holiday. I came back andnoticed a frostiness from the girls and was told to report to Madge. Ihad no idea what the problem was."You asked to see me, Mrs Heller?" Ah yes, Robin, come in." She got out a file from the cabinet behind herand glanced through it in such a way that I couldn't see what she wasdoing. "This is quite serious, Robin, if not very serious." It is?" I gulped finding it difficult to swallow."Yes, I don't know whether to deal with it. Why do you ask?” Ashley looked her mother right in the eyes and said, “Because I think it would be hot to watch you do that.” Cindy now knew she had her daughter right where she wanted her. “Well if you want to see me do that you don’t have to wait till your father comes home, if you want.” “What do you mean?” “Well if you really want to see me lick my pussy juice out of my panties I can do it right now, my panties are pretty wet.” Now Ashley had to make a quick decision, if she said no then. The friendly exchange came to an abrupt end when Maria reached her car. Her ex-husband, Victor, stood up from behind another car waving a pistol in her general direction. She screamed upon seeing the gun in his hand. All of her worst fears were coming true. In a slurred voice, he said, "You slut. You tell everyone that I'm violent. I'll show you violent."Sally took one look at the huge man standing in front of her. He looked small compared to the gun in his hand. If asked, she would have.