Mrs. Falk hesitantly sits down on the very long bench she choose andwatches the small crowds flowing around her for any threat...eventhough she could ...ot spot one till it was far too late. She reallywas only a stay at home mother and had no real training, she onlyfired the gun her husband kept in the home a few times! That gunbeing in her purse right now gave her no comfort, she knew anytrained person could take it in a split second and hurt or kill her!Joannie noticed a blond teen sit on the. On the weekends, Jim and I would go down to the local caf? which actually was a caf?uring the day and at night turned into more of a Texas roadhouse on the weekends n the evening. Nothing very crazy ever really happened there, it was sort of a gathering place for most of the 18+ crowd from around the county and this is where I happened to meet my wife and her four sisters. Little did I know that they were sisters because they each had a distinctively different look. There was Sara, my wife who. The bathroom was small and musty-smelling, but otherwise immaculate. There was an old-fashioned white claw-foot tub in the corner, and garish light teal tiles covered the walls, framed out by outdated floral print wallpaper at eye level. To Riley, it felt like walking into an old drained swimming pool, but one with dusty rose-colored bathmats and toilet covers, which also happened to match all the neatly hung towels. A dusty rose-colored shower curtain was suspended from a rounded rod attached. But the idea of doing something at Denise's "Hollywood Mansion" was still in the works. Denise, Barbara, Cole, Byron, Chris, and Judy were all kind of hinting at something special for my birthday, but they wouldn't tell me exactly what or where. I'm not totally asleep about stuff, especially when it concerns me (MI MI MI MI) , my birthday, music, and a fancy house...and sex, yeah, sex...I knew that if Judy was involved with it, Sylvia's boobs, pussy, ass, mouth, hands, and imagination would be.