By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 As the rest of the week wore on, Mom went into high gear prepping for our FBI party on Saturday. She had both Bobby and Sammy sitting down multiple times with her going over the food list, making changes each time she sat with them. At some point, I just told them privately oral that it’s her first west coast party and she wants it to be a big success. The chefs were both cool about the whole thing saying that they completely understood. Anita showed up at the office every day with a smile on her face. We didn’t play anymore since her first day, Hardcore but it was nice to see the change from someone who felt like life was kicking the heck out of her to someone that was again enjoying life. I had Dakota drive me back home one day and we made a small detour to drive past Anita’s home. We saw a lawn service outside mowing, trimming, edging and generally cleaning up her yard. Her new car was parked safely in her carport with a cover on it. I just smiled knowing that because of Dr. Ronda I was able to help someone that could use a bit of sunshine in their life. Back at the Chateau, it appeared to me that both CG boys seemed to be smitten with the porn twins. If the four of them weren’t coming back from being out together, big they were over at the pool house with them. Allison, on the other hand, was working like a woman possessed. Virtually every time that she was at the house, Allison had the studio running, no matter if it was early morning, afternoon, evening or even middle of the night. One evening at dinner time, I went over to the studio to find a frazzled Allison. “Darling, why don’t you come into the house and have dinner shaved with all of us. Your presence is missed,” I say to her. “No, I’ve got to get this shot done and then I’ll come inside,” she tells me in tits a manner that makes me wonder if maybe I have put too much on her with our financial dealings. I put a call into Agent Fernandez’s boss about the guest list. After we chatted for about a half hour, he gave me a more realistic guest list number….215. The lady excused herself and left the room. The dive bombing attack gave a speed boost so she was too fast for Fennekin big to dodge. Samantha’s nipples were hard and making little tents in the nearly see-through material. Tish put her finger against oral my lips to silence me. I sat there, stunned. Carrie came violently and shook like she was having an epileptic fit. I went with Jack and Coke. She wore her black hair shorter than Mom and me while her shaved face was just as beautiful. She could feel another orgasm just waiting to leap forward, and she could also feel Jim's cock getting harder than ever. Now in her sexy pink panties and matching bra, Vanessa Hardcore stood back tits up to face her living shirt, which filled out and floated away from her to join her living jeans. His explanations were so concise and the temptations so enticing that Dott had not only lost the argument, but also his will to resist. “Uuunh! “Spill all that yummy jizz in her!”