Mom was waiting in the driveway when I pulled in. She helped my dad to their bedroom. My brother took off on his bike to the park with his friends. ...My grandparents were taking a nap and Uncle Steve offered to help me with my mess. I told him I was fine, but he insisted. Everytime I walked into the garage, he followed me. His hands were on my waist and working their way to my tits. He'd pinch my nipples, then massaged my mounds. I pulled away when I heard mom come out the back door. She. As he turned his back to Heviya she weighted if she should make a move to surprise and attack him. How could she do it with her hands behind her back? What would she do if she was able to overpower him? As she was still weighting her options her guard was coming back towards her with a small pocket knife in hand. Heviya cursed her indecisiveness in her thoughts. Nadine, she was certain, would have taken that chance. He motioned her to turn around, which she ungrudgingly did. At least that got. Over the weekend, Mom was doing her nails. I have seen herdo them a million times, so it was nothing new, but for some reason, Icouldn't stop looking at her. I was hoping she wouldn't notice, but shedid. She asked me if I liked how her nails looked. They WERE reallypretty, with this pale pink. So I told her I did like them, and the nextthing I know, she was painting my nails! I tried to protest but she toldme that it was just the two of us, no one would know, and that it would befun to. "Also my very persuasive queen has convinced me of the need of financial support for your peace mission back to Hort," Rololf continued, waving another servant into the room, who carried a small chest. "An ample supply of silver and gold pieces to see you through." For at least six years, rather than six months." Jan added, opening the chest for his view. Small gold and silver disks heaped the chest to overflowing."Now, we'll be going," he urged the servants out of the room. "May the gods of.