I ran my fingers through his hair and over his big, strong shoulders. His big wet, warm, magical mouth now sucking me, teasing me, he ran his fingers ...own my ass crack finding my hole. With his mouth engulfing me, his hands spread open my ass, then pressed a finger inside me. I gasped. Bracing myself, I felt overwhelmed, just giving myself to him and letting him use and pleasure me. I felt his finger rub just inside my opening and it made me cum swell, teasing and edging me ever closer to. Now I could do something about it. That Friday afternoon, when I noticed Jefferson was missing, I looked around for him. Nobody had seen him all day, and Ricky got worried and started asking around also. “Where in the world did he get to?” he asked.“Where’s Modanowicz?” I asked.“Why?”Marty had joined us by now, along with Leo, and listened in as I said, “Wasn’t he complaining about Jefferson, and how we should get rid of him at the end of the week? Do you think he might have done. It was set to a soothing music station that usually put theassistant district attorney in a happy mood. But today wasn't going tobe a happy one even if she did win the case for which she was about todo her summation later that morning. She needed to ask for the deathpenalty.There was overwhelming evidence that the defendants had planned to rapeand brutally murder the victim, Susan Milano. Although they deservedthat sentence, asking for the death penalty always left a bad taste inThe ADA's. . and so are Ashley and Karen now,” Tracy outlined the new, complex family dynamic decided for me while I recuperated.Amber and Amanda then drew it out on paper for me, just to help, such sweet girls that they were! I could have sworn that they were hitting on me a couple of times. Me, their own father! Now, I could have objected to this arrangement, but honestly, they could have sucked it from my own brains. They had proposed damn near my ideal arrangement, with the only real catch being that.