There were not enough chair, because the two hadn’t known that she was also coming, only two free chairs were available.“Hey Becky, Vanessa. Em ni...e seeing you too, we didn’t know you were coming.” Brandan shouted over the background noise.“Hi Sara, hi Brandan. Yeah I happened to run into Becky and Vanessa here and they pulled me along but I see you don’t have enough chairs for all of us so that’s ok I should be getting home anyway.”“Don’t get your panties in a twist Em. I am sure Sara can sit. I knew from that moment on, that I had basically become enslaved to not only my wife and her handsome black lover, but also to my family as well. You see mother too demanded an apology in writing. The note was very descriptive, detailed and incriminating should anyone outside the family read it. She dictated it and ordered me to sign. Even though knowing it could severely embarrassed me if in the wrong hands, my immediate worry was about another lashing if I didn't. I had no fight left in me.. They seem to get me so turned on so I thought I would share a story about a MILF who does almost the impossible.One afternoon MILF returns home from being out and about. She walks in her house and notices that it hasn't been kept up as much as it should be. Her kitchen is a mess, living room is dirty, clothes all over the laundry room, etc... She ponders for a sec and decides she will clean it up later. She's married to a wonderful husband who doesn't have a lot of time for her. So she has. “I doubt we could destroy them all, we simply don’t have enough missiles,” Gollants replied thoughtfully.“True, but they will be forced to react to us and keep away from the planet.”“Assuming they simply don’t decide to charge us. We are dividing our force after all.”“Always a risk, though they haven’t seemed inclined to in the past.”“According to what we’ve learned, they have been destroying ships by pursuit rather than just pushing them out of the way.”“We aren’t running away; I suspect this.