Suddenly, I already have a hard-on message from a dude that I don't give a flying fuck. Immediately, I called upon my limo shuttle and gone on our way... My limo shuttle busted and weaved out of the heavy hovering traffic high above.Thinking of what I'd just done a moment before, I killed a man for interfered with my trading business, blown his jelly brain out of his brutalized and tendered face. He'd lost trading business that I allocated a greater increased financial through weaponry from old. You see she had invited two of her girlfriends over and then three boys. She knew better. Whenever our parents went off for a weekend we were to obey certain rules. For Jessica that meant no more than one girlfriend over, no boys what so ever, and no parties.Basically she had violated all of those rules. Then to compound it further she had threatened to kick my nuts up into my throat causing me to suffocate and die a horrible death.Another half-hour had gone by and again I was standing in front. We won’t take a peek," says one fellow chastely."Keep ‘em covered," insists your mother, and you notice that you have a raging hard-on and your pits are soaked."Hey! I told you two not to look," squeals your mother suddenly."Sorry, we couldn’t help ourselves," laughs one guy.There is a pause and you noticed that you are frozen in your seat as you listen to these two strange men talking to your naked mother in the other room."Well, if you are going to look, I guess I can’t stop you," she says. Sarah was wandering around the kitchen in what appeared to be some form of auto pilot. Clearly she was deep in thought and she probably felt as conflicted as I was. On top of that the boys were all looking very uncomfortable too; not just emotionally either. We were all quite hung over. I decided the best way to deal with that was to have a huge fry up breakfast. Nothing cures a hangover quite like fat and protein. So bacon, eggs and baked beans with grilled tomato on toast was what was served..