I fired the last jolt of jizz into her depths.“Daddy,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, Daddy, that was amazing.”“Uh-huh,” I panted, stroking her thi...hs. “Love you.”She smiled at me. “I love you, too.”I stared into her eyes. “Are you okay? As much as I liked this, you’re not usually so ... bold. Is everything fine?”She bit her lip and squirmed.“Let me talk to her,” my wife said. She held out a beckoning hand. “Come on, honey.”Becky bit her lip. Then she nodded.I groaned as I pulled out of her. My cock. She had a lot of good friends and was the epitome of a suburban housewife. Her husband Doug was a successful computer programmer who commuted by train to the city every day, ninety minutes in each direction.Rori had heard the rumors of her younger sister Angel's return. By now the rumors was that Angel had pranced around Red's Barn completely naked on Saturday night and set up shop in the back room as a prostitute. It was disgraceful.Rori was more than a little disturbed to think of her younger. Then came those crazy, sweet, wonderful icy days in Chicago. I realized that I had never really been in love before. Not as deeply as I was with Eric. It seemed as if that blizzard blew away all the dust that had settled on my heart. All the ugly layers of distrust and cynicism were gone. I was sixteen again. I was an unwritten story. A wide-open invitation.My memories of those days gained a golden hue. I never felt this complete, this free. I grew on his love; I soared with him and never. After dinner, Sue went to the back of the chamber with me to sit down and discuss what she found at the Sheriff's house. She showed me the books and pictures she had stolen from the Sheriff's safe. I recognized a man in one of the pictures as Detective Neil. The ledger book recorded amounts of silver bullion the Sheriff gave to Michael, presumably Detective Neil, and the number of suspects turned over for interrogation. The entries were regular, spaced 1 week apart. The diary included notes on.