Finally; they confirmed my question with various vocal mutterings. I never liked any meatloaf except my Moms. Something she adds to the meat, gives it...a bit of ‘oomph.’I put my hand down between my sister and I; she casually touched it. It was these kinds of moments we suffered for, but we knew that we had to be very careful.“What time tomorrow morning would you be there, Dad?” I asked.He looked at Mom, who waved her hand, as if she was giving the peasants her royal decree. They smiled at one. "All right, I'm going. But when Geoff hears what you've done, there's going to be trouble." She swept out, ignoring Jill again. I closed the door behind her."Whew!", said Jill. "Sorry about that, but I didn't know." That's a side of her personality that never makes it on to the silver screen," I grinned. "Pity about the money, but there's no way that I could manage an erection with that harpy screeching at me."We sat down with a coffee, and I thought about going back to work. The curse of. And they refused to think Jack might have actually gotten ready for this fight they probably thought was a surprise.It didn’t even dawn on them he’d already prepared, had already left trails of his blood outside the building hidden in shadows, had already summoned legions of rats, and was ready for them. Veronica, and several kine besides, would sleep for a week, he’d drained them so deeply, but he knew he’d need it. And he did.Garry and Michael both turned to the stairway, and took several. I ran my hand under her legs and squeeze ever so slightly right below her ass. All the while she has her eyes closed and making pleasure noises quietly. I massaged her for what felt like eternity and at the same time not long enough. I realized she dozed off, breathing evenly. I stop my massage and stared at her for a long time. Taking in her lips and slender neck, down to heaving chest and slightly opened robe revealing her glistening upper breast. My massage/grope had slid her robe up to.