"OHH-y yes, I'm fine. I think I just got a crammmp, that's all. D-do you think I could get s-some water p-p-p please?" he asked shakily.I kept working...his cock with my throat muscles by making a vibrating sound.This is a trick I had learned years ago, it was one of my "go-to moves" and almost guaranteed to make a guy cum. However, this time, there were two problems.One, I couldn't loudly make the sound, as I normally would, to fully create the vibration technique because of the waitress being. When the policewoman said, ‘Please sit down, Mr. Hinch, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news,’ he already knew that Caron was dead. It was the compassion in her eyes, the sadness in the set of her face, the whole attitude of the young policewoman’s body that told him. He didn’t break down immediately. Somehow he made the arrangements, got to the funeral, he was even able to get to the part where he was supposed to speak… and couldn’t. He couldn’t see anyone through the tears, he couldn’t speak. They slowed down and walked towards me looking into my face to try to understand what was going on. I pointed into the room and asked them if they liked what they saw. They all stood there for a couple of minutes just looking at the sexy little ass and pussy on display for them.I then pointed to the room and ushered them inside, I walked over to my french fancy and started to spank and caress her ass, then instructed the guys to strip for me. I am not sure if there is a world record for three. Together we are learning about Vicki.Vicki's a little behind us in a lot of things. She's almost two years younger and she's been living with muggles, at least that's what we call people of normal intelligence. We don't mean it to be a bad thing, but it is true. I know that Dad and Tina and everybody else have opened up things that let me learn and encouraged me, and I know how it was when I was living in California with Mom and Mister Martin. They didn't understand that I wanted things that.