Chapter 6 It was about a five hour drive so we left after a leisurely breakfast. We stopped just south of Miami for some staples—milk, coffee, brea..., English Muffins, cereal, fruit, and snacks. I figured everything would be much more expensive in the Keys. When we got to Marathon I closely followed the directions to the real estate office where we paid our cleaning deposit and collected our keys. From there it was only about a mile and a half to the bungalow. I knew it was an old structure. Jimmy and his horny father couldn't resist helping to lick Barbi's pussy dry. They both still had gobs of each other's come lingering on their tongues, from their afternoon of mutual fucking, but Barbi's come was a special treat."Hi, Mom, what's for supper?" Jimmy asked as he finally rolled away and resumed idly stroking his long prick. He couldn't help admiring the way his mother's body had kept it's shape throughout his growing up. By the time he turned 18, he was already aware of how. She obediently complied and climbed onto the bed, stretching her arms out to be tied. Once I had fastened her arms, I put a couple of pillows under her bum and tied her ankles to each corner of the bed, then to finish off, placed sound proof muffs over her ears and held them in place with her red silk blind fold. Then I disappeared for a shower leaving her to wait for my return.That’s when the dynamics all changed. I had showered and dried off, sprayed myself with the cologne she likes best,. We were twelve then and Dad was away for several months. I knew how to trap rabbits and found out they were just as damn dumb as chickens. We ate rabbits and stuff from the garden grown wild; planted by Mom, cared for by God.Dad came back, gaunt, bearded, scars on his legs from shackles he said. Did Dad take care of us? We took care of Dad. We did love him and in his way, his very own way, we think he loved us. We knew, somehow, he loved Mom and died, slowly, without her. He loved us but we.