My head was reality all kinds of fucked up.The pillow muffled her climatic outburst as her cunt began to drip her orgasm.So mature get ready.She walked to the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the light.You make it hard to talk…..Made him drink more piss.Mom, where’s Fred?Penny stood rooted to the spot when she heard a sharp tone in Julie’s voice as she commanded; Now slut or a copy granny of the pictures will be on your husbands desk within the hour.They claimed ignorance.Gina didn't like that idea but then again better to fetish get it over with since it was going to be done eventually anyway. Sharon asked why we weren’t going to our own restaurant brand. I explained that this restaurant that Fred introduced us to was delightful. She shrugged and just accepted my reasoning.On the way there I reminded Dakota about the firearm training tomorrow at the Police pistol range. Both Sharon and Mom asked reality if they could join as well. I told them, The more the merrier, smiling the whole way. Dakota, later, when you have some time, please call Tina. I want to make sure she made it to her Mom’s OK, I mature said to her.When Fred pulled the limo into the parking lot, I made sure that Fred was invited to join us for lunch. He accepted with his usual politeness.He pulled the granny car up to the front door, scurried around and opened the door fetish for the four of us to exit. He then pulled the limo to the far end of the parking lot to try and not take up any prime parking spaces.As he walked towards the restaurant, I could see the bulge that his shoulder holstered firearm made in his jacket.When he got to the door, I held the door open for him. He tried to be polite, but I just playfully pushed him inside. He was immediately greeted by his friend, the owner.Mom commented about how delicious the whole place smelled.