11:58am! Marissa checks her phone for any new messages from Mark…..there are none. As she reads his message from the morning, one more time, she re...lizes she has forgotten her Louboutins. She races upstairs to her closet and simultaneously drops her robe and yanks the expensive platform heels from her closet. She hears the keys jiggling in the front door downstairs. Oh Shit! She flies down the stairs jumping over the last two steps and makes her way to the front door. She slips the Louboutins. She slipped her tongue out from between her lips and circled it all around her wide generous mouth, her taste buds picking up the flavor of the last shots of cum he'd wiped across her lips last night. With her full red lips glistening, she formed them into an inviting 'O', anxious for her son to feed her all 10+ inches of his throbbing manhood."That's it, Mom. That's perfect," Zach said, a mischievous smile on his face as he raised himself up on his knees and leaned forward, the enflamed crown. Those people were probably somewhere in the forest to the north of where we’d killed the raiders. Even so, I didn’t know for certain and I definitely didn’t want to take any chances. It was better to be safe than sorry, which turned out to be a good idea before the night was over.A pack of wolves showed up in the night. Burton was on watch at the time and he woke everyone up. The pack was actually a large one, as I found out peeking through my night scope at it. I counted eight fully grown. “I run this house, I run that house, you in my house, we gonna have to have an understanding,” he told me. It sounded like a threat.I told him that the last I checked my name was on the papers and I owned this house.“Reba, I am sorry to tell you this but Duray kind of forced my hand, and I signed over my part of the house to him,” Brock said from the floor. I kicked him in his bare ass and he grunted and told me that was fair.“How did he force your hand?” I asked.Brock stuck a broken twisted.