My mom wrote me a letter right after he died, and she wrote, ‘I think God knew that the evil had chased him for too long. That’s why he took him- ...e just couldn’t fight anymore.’ My dad’s life had become a mockery. He pretended, he fabricated, he lied. He couldn’t have been happy. I know the rest of us weren’t. I too felt like the beast had chased him too long. It wasn’t fair. My dad was a good man. He had a good heart, he was charming, and he had a sense of humor. He was quick, witty, and. I then reached out and rubbed the outline of his bulge, sitting down on the bench of the picnic table and unzipping his fly.I started stroking his cock; I then slipped it into my mouth, starting to suck on that nice hard piece. The other guys were now all standing around us, with pants pulled down, stroking their cocks.I was just getting into deep throating him, when one of the others knelt down and spread my thighs; staring to lick my pussy lips…After a few minutes he also inserted a couple. ”“That’s it in a nutshell,” Brad acknowledged. “I have been okay with the rules of EPOD when all we had to deal with were horny executives here in the company. I mean, I KNOW all of these guys.” Here, Brad turned to look out his window for a moment as he continued.“I DON’T know the guys in Boston. And I don’t want another Riggs situation to develop for Jan. Hell, for any of the ladies tagged with going along on this trip.” Brad turned back to look at Jennifer.“Who all is going besides Jan?”. Her pink lips were drawn into an erotic 'O' and her body was locked into a spasm of sheer delight. Steven flicked the freeze frame, and she was left on the screen, fixed in her climax. Now she opened and closed her mouth, hardly able to speak, her face crimson with embarrassment. Steven turned to her and leered. “You can’t deny that can you fuck toy?” “How? How the hell did you get that?” she stammered. “Now that’s a stupid question from a stupid slut,” he replied, “a camera was installed.