He stood for a long time, tensely imagining the scene he had just heard take place. He wondered just how daring he should be. Gerald's snoring was lou... and deep.Suddenly he was in the hall, listening. Like a deer in the woods, he stood stark still in the darkness, straining to hear, straining to sense Valerie there not ten feet away. She had not closed the door completely. His decision was made.James slowly pressed the door. It creaked, sounding loud against the quiet of the night. He pressed. Shaver sat up in his chair and stroked the curve of my ass. I kept my eyes forward, trying to keep an expression off my face while meeting the eyes of Mr. Shaver’s young son. He looked both embarrassed and aroused, his cheeks flushing and hair starting to cling damply to his forehead.“Have you ever touched a pussy, Travis?” Mr. Shaver asked his son while absently moving to probe my cunt with his fingertips. He didn’t enter me, just scraped his well-manicured fingers back and forth across the. " I smiled. "I think that's an excellent plan." Jeanne said, "I think so too. Thank you." Amy said, "You do have to remember that a different lifestyle isn't necessarily bad." Clearly aware of that concern, Jeanne said, "Don't worry, I definitely won't forget that." Mel said, "Speaking of alternative lifestyles, let's talk about your big date tomorrow." "I'm so excited. Trent is such a good fuck. I can't wait until..." Jeanne suddenly paused. After a moment she quietly said, "I'm sorry Michael,. It's addressed to Stacie. I just opened it. There's a legal thing inside. Shall I read it to you?" Yes of course." I listened while she read the document. The trial of Stacie's mother and stepfather was to begin in two weeks. Stacie was, of course, required to testify. I was very surprised. There had been a big backlog of criminal cases in Ontario. It was unheard-of that a case would come to trial so soon. But it seemed that was exactly what had happened. "Not to worry, Charlotte. It's Stacie's.