Her husband always made sure that he and his boys did something special for her to show their appreciation for everything she did for them. She loved ...he men in her life and was happy to have them all. She thought of her stepsons as her own and knew they saw her as their mom just as much as their real one.It was rocky going at first. Jillian met her husband when he was in the middle of a tricky divorce and the boys were not happy to see a new woman in their father's life. It was like the last. They somehow managed to get me to there room where someone said i should see the view from room,i was on balcony looking when a pair of hands slid under my dress and betwen my legs gradully going upto my pussy wich was soaking .I started to moan didnt realise how loud i was moaning as i felt hands on my tits and my dress being unbuttoned till i was just in my hi heel sandels .I was led to the bed where i was laid down and my legs opened and a tongue on my pussy within 30. "I dunno what it is." "Hmm, well, let's find out." Michael walks over and gets a knife. "Hmm well." He carefully cuts it and opens it slowly. Inside are 2 packages. He pulls them out, tossing one over to Laura. "Hmm that's odd." In their hands they hold packages of Contura Stockings. "Well baby, ordered some hose?" "No, but hey...I'm not complainin." "Ya know what they say, nothing is free, Michael." "Well they just don't give free stockings in the mail now do they?" Laura laughs, "I guess. I don’t accept or reject the requests either; I simply put them in limbo and check the thirty something messages. The first message I find is from Sydney, she wants to talk and hopes I’ll get back to her, I don’t bother to reply. Then I run into the message wall of ‘Dude I had no idea you were their brother’ and ‘How did you keep that a secret’ to the popular ‘We should hang out and get to know each other better’ and finally I find one that has me pause. I read the title of the message and then.