“Dave, can we sit down?” I asked, gesturing inside. He stepped back and let me in.“Sure, but where’s Melissa? Is she okay?”We sat down in hi... formal living room. From its pristine state, I was sure it got as little regular use as ours. I took a deep breath. “Dave, there’s no easy way to tell you this. Melissa is dead.”“What?” he fired back. “Don’t fuck around, Bill, this is serious.”“I’m sorry, Dave, but it’s true. Her body was found a couple of hours ago.”“That’s not possible! She went to. ” With that I put my member back in her mouth and started rocking back and forth, slowly fucking my wife’s mouth. I was so close and then I grabbed her hair and held her head there as I pumped my cum deep down her throat. After a few seconds and spurts of cum Cindy pulled back off my dick and then licked the last drop of cum out of my piss hole, what a way to start the morning. “That’s the best breakfast a woman could have.” Cindy said to me as she got up and kissed me and sat back down in her. To that end, we also picked up a little on security. Self-defense, awareness, and firearms training, along with carry permits and training, even though they weren’t required by law, and always being together with other family members would help us stay secure. That path was a good choice. We took our responsibilities seriously, but never stopped enjoying life. It didn’t even hamper our good times when two or three of the girls opted to strap on weapons instead of having wine or cocktails at our. But I still had hundreds of hours left to repayMr. Bond. Once I'd donned the girls' boyshorts, Ms. Ohno sent me to mowthe lawn. It had grown above ankle-height. Taming the huge expanses oflawn with an old push-mower took me all day. The hot work was relieved bylunch, lemonade, and encouragement to rest often and pace myself--allcourtesy of my beautiful supervisor. She didn't mention what was under myshorts until the end of the day, when she said, "I expect you to wearthat pair to work tomorrow..