Her legs were spread wide and her denim skirt was pushed up to her waist while her small hand rubbed slowly between her legs."I think the answer is wa...ting for us at home. How would you like to fuck that tender, sweet thing?" she asked although they both knew the answer.He started the ignition and pulled from the space driving at the legal limit. As he piloted the vehicle toward home his is wife reached out and rubbed his large and growing bulge."When I first checked on her she was just. Dreaming, or whatever he had been doing?“Came to visit me?” he repeated as a question, trying to buy some time to resolve all the perceived inconsistencies. He ignored Bena’s own question. He couldn’t answer it even if he had wanted to.As he finished his return question, he gave up. He discarded his mangled memories. He pushed away any though of meetings with Deia masquerading as Bena. He ignored memories of taking a fireball unscathed. Attending the Time of Remembrance with his family – even. “And she just happens to look a lot like you too,” he growled.Chuck cuffed the girl’s hands above her head, her left hand able to touch Claudia’s right. The girl kicked her feet at Chuck, so he and Arnie cuffed her legs apart.“You won’t need this anymore!” He said, breaking the chain to a gold necklace around her neck.“No, no give that back! Give it back to me! It was my Mom’s!” She pleaded.“Too bad, so sad,” he pouted.“It was my mommy’s! It was my mommy’s!” She sobbed. Arnie then pulled out. Billy followed her into the room and watched her short bathrobe sway. Janis was thirty eight years old. She kept herself in good shape. Her thirty six c cups were firm and playing peekaboo behind the loosely tied robe.“Thank you for coming, Billy,” Janis said before sipping her scotch, “I really needed a man’s help.”“What can I help you with, Aunt Janis’s?” Billy asked as she sat on the sofa.Her robe parted below the belt, revealing her mature sex. Billy’s eyes travelled from her ankle, up her.