They say, “If you live by the sword, you die by the sword.” In the case of my father, I could understand something like this happening. However, I...had a feeling that something was not quite right. On the night that my father was assassinated, I made two promises. The first was that I would not become a friend of the family like my father. The second was that I would try to find out why my father was killed. CHAPTER 2 NICK ROSE: On that night when my father was killed, I decided to live a life. I was wishing that maybe I'd have the good fortune to have lightning strike me and put me out of my misery. Of course, I wouldn't be so lucky. "So tell me, panty-boy, what exactly is your fascination with my panties?" she asked as she held her panties toward me. "I, I dunno I think they're sexy I guess." I managed to stammer. "Sexy? What's sexy about dirty underwear? These aren't even a good pair." She said as she held her panties from the sides for her own inspection. At his point I was glad. But then maybe this would be that time. Like before they married, when she came whenever Mitch fucked her tight pussy."Just let me," she breathed, holding his shaft firmly between her thumb and first finger. She straddled him and leaned down to let her firm breasts dangle against his chest. The slick noise of her labia opening made her shiver. Mitch put his hands on her shoulders and began to rub her slowly. She squatted more, let her stretched pussy ease back against the head of his cock. It. He was hard, and the tip glistened.I slid the skin fully down, and the head of his dick shone in the little light. He was feeling really shy. I wrapped my hand around his dick and gently jerked it from top to bottom. He slowly widened his legs. I felt his dangling balls and massaged them with my hand.I leaned forward onto him and wrapped his dick with my mouth. He hissed as I started blowing him. I applied more saliva over it and started using my tongue along with it. I kept on sucking hard. He.