I’d get rid of Dad and make sure she knew I had hot tea ready for her — and biscuits, those European ones she loved. Where the hell were they?“D...d.” I shook his shoulder. “Dad.” Several more shakes. “You’ve been sleeping for almost an hour. You should go to bed.”“Is your mother home?”“Not yet.”Dad closed his eyes and slumped further into his chair. I roused him again.“Dad. Mom said not to wait up for her. She’ll be mad if you sleep in tomorrow.”Dad’s eyes opened. “Right,” he said, struggling to. ”“We have self-aiming weapons but you would need a Neuro connector for those. Beam Gloves and shoot fingers, laser eyes are all class VIII weapons. Meaning weapons must by law look like weapons and cannot be hidden in something else or made to look like something else, unless you have a Class VIII license.”“I think I will take that chain sword. It sure looks awesome and if it is good for the marines it’s bound to be good for me.”“Good choice. It comes with a twelve shot Nuc flamer. Do. And I don’t want you missing one more second of it.” She kissed the phone. “I love you so much baby,” she says. He returned the kiss. “I love you more,” he says. “I have to go now, but don’t worry I’ll be home soon.” They both hung-up, Alyssa struggled out of her pants and panties then began fingering her cum soaked cunt, thoughts of Brad’s face merge with visions of Jack’s face. She shoves two fingers deep within her sex, and cums hard. The end of part. Then Lorraine and her son entered. Both of them had shed their clothes somewhere along the way to the den.Bryan's body she knew well, having watched it and longed for it as the youth so expertly serviced his sisters last night. But Lorraine was something else. The older woman never ceased to amaze her. It was easy to see where Paula inherited the womanly flares of her youthful body.There were faint stretch marks that gave away the fact that the blonde-haired woman had born children, but other.