” “What color thong?” “Red.” “Certainly.” Mom smiled and giggled again and then the smile slowly left her face. It made you just wan...a hold her and rock her in your arms until all this bullshit about my father was just a distant memory. A memory you simply shook your head at like a comic that crossed the line with a bad joke and then pushed it out of your mind. I could tell the playful banter was over. She stood beside me, leaning her weight on me as she stared blankly out to sea. “Do you. I was pissing on her clit, and the thrill of it made my cock throb! She noticed and said "you like that, huh? Want to know a little secret? You're pissing on his cum, too.. He fucked me right before he left for work."All I could think about was the dark curly cunt lips I was pissing on, parted around a cock, and milking it. when I looked again, I could see a little of his cum oozing from her slit. As soon as I'd stopped pissing, she leaned forward and sucked the head of my cock, taking me. "Yep. I've no idea how much the two of you are worth, but I know it's alot. You can keep Peter's money; all you have to do is transfereverything you have in your name into my bank accounts. Steven and Iwill split it and go gently into that good night as they say." Rachaelslammed her glass down on the counter to emphasise her point."But you won't though. Your type never do. You always come back formore." Sarah appeared through the dining room entry dressed in hermaid's uniform.She had a pistol. Only after several drunken nights out — and quite a few nights in with a still-puffing Jane — did she believe. ‘All right I’ll do it. But you’ll have to come with me. He might be a pervert.’ ‘If you’re lucky.’ ‘I’m serious.’ ‘OK I’ll come with you. After work one night? ‘Sure…’ ‘I’ll email him now.’ —————————————- Another fortnight later they were ringing the doorbell marked ‘JJ’ at a Victorian town house in north London. Buzzed in, the pair climbed two flights of stairs to be greeted by a.