We are hoping to get permits to rehab them. She is the former Mrs. Frank Fortier. For those of you who do not know the history of the old factory comp...ex, hear her tell about herself and how she came to own them. Please give her five or ten minutes." Elizabeth sat down."I was Molly Fortier for twenty-seven years. Frank picked me off the streets when I was fourteen. I was an orphan at the time. My first memories were of a Catholic Orphanage. That closed and I was moved to another when I was. .. I was really liking the "new" me.Taking a deep breath, I headed downstairs. The moment of truth wasapproaching. Was I being foolish? Would he freak out and leave? I wassoon going to find out...Kelly was sitting there, eyes glued to the TV. He had dimmed the lightsand the only light came from the glow of the program he was watching,As I stood there watching him from the shadows, he was intentlywatching the screen, and rubbing himself through his jeans."Want some help with that," I said, and. With a mind characterized by the half-drunk’s habit of wanting what they know is wrong for them, a little part of me hoped I’d find them in flagrante delicto. I knew I didn’t really want this, but my slightly sozzled brain wanted a little hit of the old passion and excitement before focusing back on our staid and serious weekend of family festivities.I was just about to insert the electronic keycard when I stopped myself, pretty sure that I heard voices coming from within our suite. Part of me. Dj didn’t know whether she wanted to scream, moan, cuss, or thank the Lord for this dickin that she was getting. Ian could tell by the sounds that DJ loved this. Her pussy was so tight and so wet. Ian loved the sight of that round ass backing up on his dick. “Whose pussy is this?” the only reply heard was a moan. “Whose pussy is this,” Ian asked again as his hand connected wit DJ’s ass. Again, a moan was the only response given. “Oh okay, Not talking I see. Maybe I should stop.” “Mmmmmm.