Peeking beneath the screen she nodded to Jordan, ‘She’s coming over, eighteen hundred hours.’ Jordan nodded and then stood up, ‘I’ll go tell...Jane and Stewart we’ll have a visitor tonight.’ He walked through the large metal door, closing it behind him. Leaning back in her chair, Jordan watched as a small red light began to flash in the Philippines. ‘Hmmm, a new one,’ she whispered to herself as she hit a few keys and began the targeting program run. She then looked up and saw June standing. She felt reluctant to wake him from such a relaxed sleep, but it was necessary to get him up, washed and moving about. She knew he needed some sort of exercise and to take an interest in the things around him. She didn't want him to die of boredom sitting on the sofa all day.Once Mrs Jackson had seen to her son's needs and got him comfortable on the sofa, she kissed him on the forehead, ruffled his hair and left for work.In the days that followed, Carol Jackson masturbated her son for a second. "I can hear you." She smiled.This time he moved his mouth. "Good. You and Gia will be able to take direction." He paused, and then continued. "Our first group is arriving in five minutes."Butterflies danced in Tiffany's stomach.The diaper was full; Tiffany tossed the dirty one into the recycler for disposal. Cooing at the two-month-old was more of a pleasure than a duty. Slipping the fresh diaper on, Tiffany snapped the crotch of the onesie closed. He shook his little arms in glee. Tiffany. Although I didn't feel a thing out of the ordinary, I knew she'd just rolled the condom over my straining erection.Kate climbed back up my torso and settled herself atop my hips, grinding her pussy against my shaft. I ran my hands up her flanks, feeling the smooth skin and firm muscles of her hips and back. With a soft moan, she reached between us, caught up my cock, and settled onto it.I tweaked her nipples as she rode me slowly, setting a moderate pace and rubbing her clit against the base of.