Mike and Linda were still here. I felt soashamed — how could I ever face my friend Mike afterwhat he had done to me. And my wife Susan. Surely s...emust know. And then I recalled how she had encouragedme, almost forcing me to flirt with Mike.As I threw my legs over the side of the bed, I felt anunfamiliar soreness. Realizing that I could not stay inbed all day, I rose to my feet, the long blond hair ofmy wig felt soft on my bare shoulders. Quickly Iskimmed out of the camisole. Opting to. Despite my bestefforts all I could think of that night was Steve andhis huge rod.The weekend came and Steve arrived. Despite my bestefforts I couldn’t stop staring at his package all day.I honestly didn’t notice anything sizeable and wonderedif the girls were just kidding each other. ThenSaturday night came. Steve went to a local bar and Ihad a plan. I followed him there and gave money to thebartender. “That guy is a family friend. Keep the rounds comingfor him,” I said. Sherry was helping Billy read a book. Sherry looked up and smiled at us when we came in. She explained, "We will finish the book later, Billy. Mommy and Daddy have company."Justin said, "Come here, Billy. I'd like you to meet my friends. You remember Uncle Will?" Yes," Billy answered as he walked over to us."This is Uncle Will's brother Kyle. Kyle, this is my son, Billy."I held my hand out. Billy shook it. "It's nice to meet you, Billy. Your Dad has told me some nice things about you." Thank. The last survivor, was a fucking kid, I mean fifteen or so, skinny, dirty, with a bad thigh shot, he was bleeding out, slowly. Dragging the dead rebs behind the shed, I looked in and laughed at what drew them in, they had found a hidden cellar full of smoked hams, booze, and gold pieces. Hell yeah, this could be a real good thing, if I could conceal the money, but gold is heavy. Burrying most of it near a bend in the river, I kept enough to help me out, packed a few hams, and some booze onto my.