He walked into the living room as his father closed the door behind him. Glancing at the wall, he felt a heaviness on his heart as he saw his favorite...picture. Desperate not to relive those emotions yet again, he turned to his father. ‘Anything interesting happen today?’ he asked, already knowing the answer. The old man shrugged. ‘Not really. I’ve been pretty tired so we’ve stayed around the house,’ he said, gesturing toward the dog, who had already found a warm spot by a heating duct and was. Her pussy clenched down on my fingers, groaning as I penetrated deep into her. “Huh, Mrs. Saunders?”“Well, that’s just how the girls her age dress,” the MILF said.“That’s how whores dress,” I growled. “Showing off their bodies. Wanting to have attention.” I glanced at her. “What does that make you, Mrs. Saunders?”“Her mother,” she answered.I arched an eyebrow. “Mother? You allow your daughter dress like this. Letting her look like a slut, to be a slut. What does that make you? A slut, too?”“Her. Slowly she made her way downstairs pausing outside the living room. Peering inside she saw a cartoon playing, with her brother sitting glued to the screen, chuckling softly every so often. Picking up her courage she edged into the room and took the nearest seat, parallel to her brother.Owen had completely ignored her. Clearly, the programme was more interesting than she had previously thought. Sitting in her seat she was thankful for the energy saving light bulb hanging above, it had been on. There needs to be some form of security confirmation for anyone coming onto the property. Most of your area isn't part of what I have anything to do with, but I'm still interested in our overall security."Steve said, "We're going to tighten up on everything. Any servicemen will have to be vetted before they get past reception. That's what that guy from Boeing was talking about. We were lax, but we will not be taken advantage of by anyone."I told Steve, "Let me make sure the family is okay and.