I suppose I could pretend I was heartbroken. I wasn’t.Sunday February 20thSpent most of the day cleaning house. Jill was out. Sally, her mother, sto...ped by. I explained that Jill wasn’t around but she insisted on coming in to wait. I’m sure she could tell I was embarrassed but that didn’t deter her. In fact she seemed to take advantage of it.Sally sat down on the couch in the living room, lounging back like she owned the place. “So, how are things working out for you and my daughter?”“I think. Dermwieler stepped into the Kitchen, his feet crunching over broken dishes. The table was in pieces at the kitchen’s entry door. Plaster continued to fall from the ceiling. A specialist dressed in white approached him, “Sir we have finished the analyses you requested for any type of intoxic or hallucinagetic gasses.” “And what did you find?” The specialist handed him a piece of paper that had all sorts of numbers typed on it, “There is nothing-here sir. The test results came up negative.” . As Mark came in Sharon's pussy , Jane got down & began bobbing on Mark's giant dong , to make him stiff once again . When Mark was hard he rammed his penis into Jane's cunt , missionary style hard, Sharon shoved her big fake tits into Jane's mouth & had the Indian cumslut / mom/sexslave suck her nipples until they stood at attention. . Mark also jizzed inside Jane's pussy & had Sharon eat the man dessert. Collared & leashed both ladies were now lead to the washroom by their current maledom . “I gave you a green light.”“I got here didn’t I?” I grinned back.“Yep, you sure did. Don’t stick around too long.”“No problem coach. “ I didn’t take much of a lead, not even pretending to get into position to steal. The Lagrange pitcher eyed me, brought his hands to his belt and strode toward the plate. For the entire game I had I studied the arm movement of the catcher. He had a hitch in his throw back. He’d false cast his arm movement and double clutch his throws. That was all I.