Caitlyn and Darlene were hugging each other. I glanced at Maurice, and saw a tear as well. He gave me a big thumbs up.Holy Jesus H Christ – we got a...great show, and they are both going to be stars.I gave everyone a break, going up to Cora, my eleven-year-old Norma, and her mother, Theresa.“Cora, could you go over and practice ‘What’s My Name’ with Maurice?”“Sure, Richard,” she said getting up and raring to go.Theresa said, “Richard, she never got a part like this before, thank you so much. Her. She felt me lose what little control I had and rocked harder with me, letting me fill her with cum.We fell apart, side by side, neither of us saying anything, just trying to catch our breath. The girl on the video was crying "Fuck me, fuck me faster, harder!!" so I turned over and switched it off. Claire twisted her head to me and smiled, "That’s what we just did." What’s that?" We just fucked fast and hard." She rolled over and crawled over my body then laid full length on me. She reached. Emboldened. Dared.This next maneuver wouldn't be easy even if she was awake and helping. But I pulled it off, and Mary was still not awake. I elevated her knees a bit. So far, so good. Moving slowly and carefully, I had managed to position myself between her thighs. In the darkness, I could just barely see her face over her flat tummy and lovely breasts. My legs hung over the end of the loft. If I was careful, I could brace myself against the wall and be relatively stable.I exhaled. We need to check over the van if we can," exclaimed Blake. "Thunder, can you have a couple of your people check the van? Tell them to try to appear like they're just interested people from the warehouse." Yo, got it!" he called back.From the cameras we watched as people from several of the warehouses went over to see what had happened. One of the persons inside was still alive and an ambulance was called for. One of our guys copied down something from his wrist and then looked around the inside.