She made good bank peddling convention and exhibition wares. And her husband did even better in insurance as a State Farm commercial broker. So it cou...d be merely a lark, an adventure away from the hubby and kids.Or it could be she was hooked on Massimino.Or it could be I didn’t have a fucking clue.Door Number Three.Still at the Taj, armed with this new banking info, I called Cassandra at home. Which, enraged her. Her husband had answered the landline. Quietly seething, talking through clenched. . "I sensed him sending out hundreds of probes that was focused on the memory itself. After another ten or so minutes, he finally announced, "Tim, this memory... It's not real." What? Are you sure? It doesn't feel... Wait, I think... I think I can see what you mean. You said when you move a memory from one part of the mind to another, you always have to make sure all the other memories that point to it are changed to point to its new location." Right. But this memory doesn't have anything. We had all gone to different schools. Jeannie to the University of San Francisco, me to U W in Seattle, and Charlie to U C Berkeley. My parents had attended Charlie’s graduation just before their ill-fated trip. I was glad they saw all three of us finish school, and at least the grandchildren that Mike and Jeannie produced. It was small consolation for us, but it was something. ‘So you and Vannie plotted this whole scheme to get her mother married off, did you?’ ‘Yeah … guilty as charged. I. Again though just like me when he watched Beth grab some much needed air as horse cum splattered all over her body it must have really turned him on, as his cock grew harder he said he was going to fill my mouth full of Cum but not to swallow it yet.Thick jets of his cum shot again and again into my mouth, until finally he carefully pulled it out telling me to lean my head back and open wide so he could see.I did as he told me and after staring he said “well you have a nice big load there now.