He was not holding a sign over his head with McKesson on it in big letters, or anything else, but Dad walked right up to him and hugged him like he kn...w him. No he was not black. He did not resemble Morgan Freeman, He was a red head for one thing.When Dad was done with the big-time hug, he turned to face us and announced with obvious pleasure "Folks, this tall drink of water is Sheb Halliday. He has worked for and with my Father for most of his adult life. I believe one member of the Halliday. We will finish up when we get there. Is this all understood slut?”“Yeeeessssss, Ma’am,” sobbed Tracy. As soon as she hung up, she reached back and pulled the plug from her ass, with a POP. Oh, that felt much better and she didn’t feel full now. But she knew she had to shit, so off to the bathroom she went. She did her thing and then went to the shower. “I don’t want a cold shower,” she thought, “how will they know?” So, she took a nice warm shower and did shave her pussy. They would know if she. I want to talk to you honey."I managed to drag myself into the bathroom. What will she talk about? Has Gina left us for good? She threatened several times before but my mother always managed to make her stay. Lately, I started feeling that Gina stayed not because she was married to me but because she liked fucking my mother. Who she loved more, I couldn't tell. Perhaps both of us. Perhaps, neither. I knew I still loved her but I liked doing some things that pissed her off. My mother, on the. Caitlyn’s tongue tenderly licked at Lena’s lips. Lena returned the tasting and then leaned away from her. “I’d like you to let me love you.” “What?” Caitlyn asked her, sounding concerned. “Let me kiss your breasts and your pussy.” “Really?” “Will you let me?” “I guess we can try.” Lena kissed Caitlyn’s neck, working her way down until she captured a nipple between her lips. Caitlyn moaned softly. Lena squirmed down to the bottom of the bed, spread Caitlyn’s legs and began to kiss and lick at.