“You.” I sit up and kiss him. He then laid me down and slowly started to put his hand up my shirt while kissing me. He slowly messages my breast. ... start to kiss him harder and his other hand goes down to my skirt and he starts to unbutton it. I do not resist because I have wanted him for so long. Once he has my skirt off; he slides his hand down to my clit and pussy. He starts to play with it making me moan and want him even more. I was moving my hips indicating that I wanted him inside of me.. ‘I suppose you want something tarty in red or black’ she said. In an effort to get her buy in I said ‘What would you choose if you were buying for yourself?’ ‘Don’t’ really know I have never thought about it’ she said. ‘I would love to see you in a pair of fully fashioned seamed stockings’ I said, going to the page on the website. ‘These tan, Cuban-heeled ones would look fabulous on you, what do you think’. ‘Wow they are lovely’ she said ‘but look at the price of them! Twenty quid, for one pair. Just as I got the head in, he started pissing. He didn’t taste any better than Bob, but I took it all and swallowed it. In my mouth, down my throat and into my belly. I would be full of piss whenever I finished drinking everyone.Billy pissed and then I had to go to mom. I got to her cunt and it looked really worn out. I think Billy fucked her half the night. I could see the cum running out of her hole and knew I had to suck it all out of her once she used me for a toilet.I put my mouth to her. But we couldn't find out where it was coming from. We arranged for the money to be automatically transferred to the accounts we'd set up in Oregon. With our permission, our lawyer quietly made contact with a friend who worked for the FBI. The lawyer made a point that any money we had was clean. It was in our name and its provenance was not in issue. The money coming into the accounts was gift money and not taxable to Rachael or the kids.The government agreed to that in writing before the lawyer.