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Hey guys this one is fully canonical and takes place later in the day currently playing out in the comic, after school but before Jane's party. Hope you like it!

Casey still had no idea what she was going to do about Abbey, but she was trying not to think about it as she stepped through her front door and set down her school bag. As usual, the sounds of her mother having sex were shaking the house through the floor above. Since the divorce, it seemed like Sylvia had someone new around here every day. Casey had no problem with this arrangement, quite the contrary. It was fun and exciting and she was getting a lot of action herself as a result. But she wasn't in the mood for it today. 

She sighed and looked back out over her front lawn, Sylvia's orgasmic moans seeming far away. Switch would know what to do about Abbey. But Switch was gone, gone because she had trusted Casey to solve her own problems. And Casey didn't want to let her down.

Not thinking, Casey slammed the front door shut, and instantly the sex noises stopped. Casey froze. What did she do? Sylvia certainly never let Casey's presence in the house interrupt her fucking. Why was she stopping now?

Next Casey heard a few bits of what sounded like hurried conversation followed by footsteps tumbling down the stairs.  A gorgeous and half-naked young couple smiled awkwardly as they shuffled past her out the door. The guy barely had his dick in his pants and the girl still had one of her tits out as Sylvia shut the door behind them.

Casey's mother was covered in cum, sweat, pussy juice and smeared lipstick. Sylvia told her to wait right where she was, and then scurried out of the room. Casey complied, and Sylvia soon returned with a beaming smile and two dresses on hangers. 

Casey's recent turn towards more social and outgoing behavior had been like Christmas for Sylvia. Every time Casey announced she'd be attending any kind of social event in advance, Sylvia went out and bought her a new dress (or two) to match the occasion. Casey had never really cared much for fancy dresses or wearing make up, she'd always just considered it a means to an end. But she had to admit, her mother's enthusiasm toward getting dolled up had been infectious lately.

Well she had to pick one. Casey studied both dresses, and wondered which one Morgan might find more attractive.