Albertson, cuddled naked in taboo passion. Mrs. Albertson's large tit pressed into her daughter's equally big breast, their pillowy mounds looking so ...elicious together. A fat, dark-red nipple grazed a pink nub as the two women shuddered together. Janice's short bob of brown hair framed that naughty, round face while Mrs. Albertson had the same fiery-red hair of her son, Kurt, giving the MILF such a wild look to her.“Ooh, this is going to be a fun night,” I groaned.“Yes, it will be,” Mrs.. Allow me to demonstrate,” she said a moment before Heather felt a needle poke here arm. Almost immediately her head began to swim. “No, I can only do this four times, or I will damage your mind. We can't have that, at least not yet.”“What, huh?” Was Heather's only response.“No dear Heather, everything you are experiencing is a very lucid dream. It will fade after you wake up.” A minute later as Heather regained her senses, the doctor asked, “Is this really happening?”“No, this is all just a. I walked downstairs and grabbed a coat (it was a little chilly outside) and took off to her house. I got to her doorstep and right when I was about to knock, the door flew open and she pulled me into her arms. She was crying and we sat down on the couch. "Alura what's wrong?" I asked. Softly she responded, "My boyfriend dumped me. All he wanted was sex, what does he think I am; a whore?" I wrapped my arms around her tightly and said, "Forget him he is a dick! You're a beautiful woman and you. And the next afternoon, a deaf assassin makes a suicide run for you? That’s altogether too much coincidence for one 12-hour period.”Helen took in what Suzy-Q was saying. If she really was some part of Susan psychically reaching out to her, she was a damn smart one. And totally hot in the Lara Croft getup.“Yes. Yes, it is. So, you’re saying someone was smart enough to persuade a bunch of Triad goons to set up a human trafficking way-station in San Finzione and tipped La Policia off. They passed.