"With Grigsby on one side and Whatley on the other, Hanes hobbled the few steps to the back porch, then sat down on it. "Damn, I'm weak," he said, his...body trembling. "Needing help like this is embarrassing." You're doing fine, Son," Whatley said as the two agents hopped up on the low porch, positioning themselves on either side of Hanes. "You lived through a point blank gunfight where four other people died, not to even mention the assassins' attacks." Whatley glanced at Grigsby, "All right,. We don’t say ‘State Route 101’ or ‘Interstate 405’ down here. It is just ‘the 101’ or ‘the 405’. Nobody here says ‘State Route’ or “Interstate’. The only time we say anything like that is when we say the actual name. Now you can say either ‘The 405’, or you can say the ‘San Diego Freeway’. But never ever ever say ‘the 405 freeway’. Locals just don’t do that.”That is when I realized she was right! I was speaking like I did at home, and did not even realize that the locals were saying something. All you can see of me is my long hair cascading down my back but then you look up and meet my eyes in the mirror, I smile and drop the corset. Watching you watch me in the mirror makes me hot andI can feel the wetness bloom inside my pussy. I start to dance slow and provocative, cupping my breasts, lifting the heavy weight up a bit to run my tongue over my nipples making them glisten in the candle light.Still keeping myself facing the mirror I start to bend down so my palms are on the counter,. Jordan had just had her sixteenth birthday and once she got her driver’s licence, we went shopping and bought a small car for her. It was a bit older but in good shape and with her being able to drive, it would free me from some of the ‘gofer’ jobs. Jordan was very happy as well since she could go and do some ‘girl’ things without having me trailing along behind.One Saturday, Jordan had been out ‘doing things - don’t ask’ I was told. When we got ready to go to bed, Jordan asked me if we could.