She smelled her son on them, and as her cunt twitched, turned them inside out. She pressed the crotch to her nose, inhaling the frangrance of her son'... crotch on the cloth. With a soft moan, she ran her tongue about the inside of the jockeyshorts, thinking she could taste his young cock and balls on them. "Oh, Johnny!" sbe whispered, spread her legs and stuffing his worn shorts against ber cunt. "Oh, baby!" She began to piss into his shorts, leaning back against tbe water tank with her eyes. "Hi, Sandy, what's up?" "Oh not much. I was just having a glass of wine with Davy while waiting for you." "Let me change clothes. You know how much I hate being in my work clothes." Of course Sandy did. That was an essential part of the plan. Sandy followed Janie to her bedroom. Janie undressed while Sandy chattered. Sandy watched as Janie unbuttoned her stylish office dress and stepped out of it, then removed her panty hose with an audible sigh. When she unhooked her bra, her large. Words couldn't describethe misery he felt thinking that Kurt would get to do those things withher. Again Ronnie thought of killing himself, he knew his father didn'thave a gun but grandpa Fester did. Ronnie had the idea that he wouldshow up at his grandfather's shack and get Fester to go with him intothe shack's kitchen and then when Fester was distracted Ronnie wouldsneak away and find Fester's shotgun on the porch and kill himself.When Ronnie showed up at Fester's house it was already very. "I'm surprised you got done that quickly," I commented."I didn't, really," she said. She sounded tired. "It's a lot of work and there are so many records to go through." Yeah," I said."I did get some leads on graves, though. Have you ever heard of some place called Chapel Hill?" Maybe," I said. I was thinking of a little plot of land that was fenced with rusted wrought iron. It had a few dozen gravestones in it and was on private land. There was a buffer of trees around it, maybe twenty feet.