Come on, I work 13 hour days and I get this shit because I need to stop for a drink! Why the hell isn't my wife helping me with things? Why doesn't sh... understand I'm fucking stressed out and need some "ME" time? We're supposed to be a team dammit so why isn't she making me feel better?As I pulled into my drive, a plan started to develop on how my wife was going to understand exactly how it feels to be under appreciated. I was almost smiling when I opened the door, but as I walked in my wife. My mom never seemed to notice anything until one day.I usually wake up around 10 am and come out of my room at 11 am. My dad would have left for work by then.So, one day, I casually came out of my room and noticed my mom sitting on the sofa with a pantie in her hand. She was wearing a long t-shirt. I couldn’t see what she was wearing at the bottom. I’ve seen her before wearing just a t-shirt and pantie.“Abi! Come here,” she said and patted on the sofa signaling me to come and sit near her.“I. Slowly, Laura turned her face, still rubbing her cheek against Shontay's calf muscle, until her lips grazed the girl's hard shin. Shontay didn't move. Laura let her lips slide across the shin bone and over to the curved calf muscle, pressing them lightly against it. Still, Shontay did not move.Now Laura trailed her fingers tenderly along Shontay's bare leg, caressing it and beginning to kiss Shontay's shapely calf muscle instead of just pressing her lips against it. Now Shontay pulled her leg. Ignoring the pair, Jeff hurried out the door, only to be met by Sara."What's wrong? Is it Michelle?" she asked, her anxiety evident in her tone. Jeff had known Sara would worry about him, but he couldn't let anything happen to the missing girl."Yeah, I have to go find her, if it hadn't been for me, she wouldn't be here. I'm afraid of what might happen to her," he told her, With a quick kiss goodbye, Jeff headed toward the outskirts of the tiny village, only to be met by Diana."Where are you.