Judging by the dust, the half-empty paint tins, wallpaper and solvents lying around, no-one ever tidied up around here. I securely tied up the long ro...e I had brought with me and doused it in paint thinners. I opened the paint tins, spreading paint and thinners over all the old furniture. I crept down the stairs in my socks. There was a guard: Big Tone himself, at the main residence door. Mostly his attention was directed downstairs, the running commentary from the European football match. "That's no fair," she protested. "I only had a top and shorts on." All's fair in love and chess," he laughed. "Time for another game." You are mean," she pouted.Andy proceeded to win the next game, forcing his mother to take off her shorts.Linda stood and turned her back to Andy, her face flushing red. She unsnapped her shorts and slowly slipped them down her legs.Andy pushed his chair back and leaned over the table to look at his mother as she revealed her gorgeous ass. "Mmmm," he hissed as he. I couldn’t even stand up let alone pull my pants down. Not for her anyway. So Mindy stood up and removed her skirt so that I could see her panties. Oh my God I had never seen her like that. Mindy sat back and opened her legs up. Then she asked me if I could see a wet spot from her pee. She was very bold and I was very embarrassed but I couldn’t resist looking at her panties. I don’t know how many seconds passed but I finally told her that I couldn’t see any wet spot at all and I couldn’t. Turning on his flashlight, Jim trained it at the bottom of the pit, the yellowish glow, dancing on top of the lid of an old wooden truck. Grasping the top of the ladder with one hand, and the canvas bag in the other, he began to descend into the dark hole. At the bottom, he stood before the trunk smiling, his own private treasure chest. Opening the lid of the trunk, the smell of money and stale dirt assaulted his senses, a smiling playing on his lips. He felt like a man who had just won the.