I was already sick of her whining about everything from her stinking job to her stinking boyfriend. I opened my biology textbook and studied the first...five chapters. At 10 P.M. I rolled out my new sleeping bag in front of the couch and crawled inside. What had I gotten myself into? Everything had changed. The house was smaller than I remembered, my mother seemed older, my sister seemed grouchier and the town seemed smaller than I remembered. I missed the Oldham home. I missed the Baldwin. When I had been properly introduced by the receptionist, who took his leave as if his tail was on fire, Tom looked me over from top to bottom, then slowly smiled. "You have got to be one of Mable's daughter's sons. You've got the DeBusque forehead and chin." He said it like it was the gospel. He wasn't asking. It was decided."I am Tom DeBusque, and you are???" He said, giving me his hand to shake, but not standing up."Sir, I am Noah Guthrie." I wasn't sure what to say, so I started to hand him. And how they used to rub past her at every opportunity grinding their cocks into her arse. This turned me on immensely thinking about Fiona getting fucked by more cocks. It was a Saturday evening and Id decided to hit the town with a few mates and have a real good piss up. The missus was having a girly in round her mates so I hit it hard. In my pissed up state I blabbed to my mate that Id been fucking my birds mum! And proceeded to tell him in detail the sort of sexy sessions we regularly. Stepping quickly into the building, he did not turn the head-mounted flashlight on until the door was closed again. The scene was just as he had expected, and he moved accordingly. There were pools of vomit next to every one of the twenty six unconscious bodies, so Sean took care not to leave any tracks by avoiding the mess. Checking the pulse of each man as he passed confirmed that all were still alive and breathing, which was the desired condition Sean had been seeking. He wanted them to be.