Completely alone.”“We?” was all that my Dad could say.Carmen nodded her head like a really excited child then said, “He’s letting me have fu...l custody of Sammy. He told me that he’ll talk with his family and if they want him to still fight to keep Sammy even though she isn’t his biological daughter then he’ll take the responsibility and he’ll make sure that they’ll leave us alone too.” A few deep breaths later, “I still have no idea how he found out that Sammy wasn’t his.”“Who cares how he. Mom groaned again from behind the door..“Aaaagggghhhh! . . . . aaaagggghhhh! . . . I’m pissing myself! . . . ok! . . open the door!”I opened the door ajar again and put my head around to see if mom was indeed stripping off, and she was. There she was on the landing, less than 3 feet away from me, franticly trying to get her clothes of, groaning even more intense due to how her bodily movements were affecting her bladder.A few moments later, my plan had worked and my secret dream had come true,. It tasted better than it looked, at least. And the sliced banana on it was okay too. I guess. And the pint of dilute juice.While that worked its healing magic the girls went off to play basketball for the morning. Then after lunch (nut salad, if you were wondering) the girls tempted me up to Lucie’s room and took off all their clothes. Their three naked bodies were all over mine and my manhood rose valiantly to the challenge.It was Brooke’s turn first. Once again I eased my throbbing cock into. There is an old adage about American women. ‘They only want what they can not have. ‘ I have found that this saying is true in almost every case. I use this to my advantage and create a dynamic back story to insure success. A more accurate version of the old adage is ‘American women only want what other women have.’ I have two beautiful, long legged, busty, Blonde friends that I always call when the Kinjo b*****rs are in town. I will call them Surfer Girl and Tattoo Chick, to protect their.