The day was spent doing stuff around the house for a while, cleaning, tidying, gardening. I was surprised how willing the girls were to get into this....They really wanted to get things as good as possible for when the two grandparents came back. I offered to leave, but they (and, by message, granny) seemed to feel I was still useful. I fixed the gate, adjusted the garage doors. I actually enjoyed the bits of handiwork I was doing; and not only because the girls would come past to see what I was. The girls asses were all quivery and red. Really they were trembling all over, very scared. All kinds of weird stuff went though my mind. Where did it come from? I was just a kid. Or was I Mike, Mike even though she knew I wasn't Mike. As soon as I thought she thought I wasn't Mike another surge of anger poured through me. Maybe it had nothing to do with being Mike. “Turn over,” Jeff said. “You too,” I added. Both girls turned over fast. Without even being told they held their hands over their. She couldn’t stop thinking about how good the last time she was in his arms. The feel of his skin against her hot sensual body. She sat infront of her computer with only his sweatshirt on for comfort. She needed him and hoped he was in the mood to comply. Barb was so restless she decided to get up and get herself a glass of wine. She padded into the kitchen and went to the fridge enjoying the feel of her nipples hardening to the cold air leaving the appliance. It just made her hornier. She. “I’m feeling better now than I was in that basement.”He nodded and smiled. “Yes, I expect you are. That’s really why I’m here, to talk to you about that. I’m from the JAG Corps in Washington.”Well, that explained a few things. Dorne must have been able to contact somebody after all, although whether that was good or not, I didn’t know yet. Featherstone had the distinctive patch of the Military District of Washington on his sleeve, a naked sword superimposed over the Washington Monument. The.