Her words, "Don't do anything that will prevent you from coming home for the weekend," burned in my mind constantly. When I became depressed it was Al...ce's words that I called upon to lift my spirits.On Wednesday evening there was a note from Jordan Foster, ordering Dale to have me report to his room. "Go see what he wants. Answer his questions Yes Sir or No Sir. If it's about last Monday tell him it's none of his business."I knocked on Jordan's door, thinking he must want to see me about. She stared at me, her eyes wide. I grinned at her, so glad she could have a fun time. Her mother smooched lower and lower, cupping those round breasts.“¡Mamá !” gasped Pita as her mother engulfed a nipple. “Oh, wow, that's... Ooh, that's kinky of you. You're sucking on my nipple, Mamá.”“Mmm, you might be right,” purred the MILF.“¡Mierda!” Pita squirmed as her mother sucked and nibbled on hat brown nub. It was so hot to watch. My cunt clenched. Naughty heat flooded through me. It melted down to. “Maybe.” Clint gave me a cocky grin. “But I have plenty of pussy to keep me happy, Zoey.” Then he put his arms around Melody and Pam, their arms slipping around his waist, and walked out.“What the fuck just happened?” I asked, my tits jiggling.“You need to remember whose in charge,” Lee said and then smacked me on the ass as she sauntered by.“Big brother is in charge,” Alicia grinned. She took my hand. “Come on, big sister, let's go do our homework. Good sisters are rewarded.”I stumbled after. There were anumber of hard-back journals and leather bound notebooks, but most ofhis work had been recorded onto lose-leaf sheets of paper that werenow stacked in untidy heaps on every flat surface in the room.Initially Willy had intended to read everything chronologically indate sequence, but then he found that very few of the documents hadany date on them. Instead he started to read things randomly and thatseemed to work in an odd kind of way, because when he'd becomeaccustomed to the content.