We all went to our house in two taxis. I opened the door first and knew there was something wrong. I could detect the faint smell of cigarette smoke. ...t was old but not that old. Being at the front of the bus all that time kept the smell of cigarettes away from me.I pulled Jane off to one side for a moment and whispered, "Someone was in our house. Don't say anything that can harm the family. Tell the other girls though. I don't want to upset Laura." Jane nodded in understanding. I looked around. Her hands were moving faster on her breasts and I watched her chest move up and down as her breaths became shorter and faster.Mom’s moans became louder and although mom rarely swears, I heard her spit out, “Joe, your hands feel so fucking good,” and she then began giving instructions… a little to the left, faster… harder…Harder!”I followed her instructions as well as I could, my fingers now pumping in and out like pistons of a train locomotive. Then with a final gasp, I felt her cunt muscles. "Yer only gonna get weaker and I've still got nothin' t' lose."Zach moved like a snake, pushing the knife away to deliver a solid punch to Sean's jaw. "You will when we spend your treasure," Zach hissed."Neither of ya' will live to do that, I'll promise ye!"Jillian kept her phone's light on Sean, but their circling allowed him to get too close. He feinted at Zach to back him up, then turned without warning and plunged the knife in Jillian's stomach. At first she thought he'd only punched her. The thug gasped, and clutched his ribcage with his free hand as Thomas spun his body and roundhouse kicked the thug again square in the forehead.The thug fell to the floor, dropping his gun to his side. Thomas quickly grabbed the weapon and planted his foot square on the intruder’s neck, pinning him to the floor. The thug gagged.“You alone?” Thomas asked, examining the pistol.“No, he’s not,” a voice from behind him said. Thomas felt the barrel of another pistol on the back of his neck. Thomas.