Fifteen minutes that explicitly spelled out how my best friend had siphoned just north of three hundred grand out of the vilest mob cesspool there was... Fifteen minutes of quiet discussion that landed me here on my best friend's front porch with a guy who looked like he routinely settled problems with a Louisville slugger. "Stupid, stupid fucker," I muttered under my breath as Mike's wife, Peggy, finally opened the door."Jack," she smiled up in genuine surprise.I made myself smile back—it was. I found myself a reasonably comfortable position in the closet, readied my camera, and left the door open a crack. Soon thereafter I heard them coming up the stairs.Not much happened in the first few hours.The closet idea had sounded fine, but in practice it was a pain. Four o'clock that afternoon found me rather cramped and trying to remain silent while the girls sat and did homework. Ann had tried on several occasions to get the conversation into the sexual arena, but Mattie was pretty. “Comedy would be fine,” I answered as I took a sandwich and began eating. Fiona put in a disc, took her sandwich, and we ate while watching the movie.Just about the time we finished eating, Fiona’s phone rang. It was Mom. Fiona answered it, “Hi, Mom,”I could hear Mom on the other end. “Hi dear, How’s everything?”“Everything is fine,” Fiona answered.“Is Matt taking good care of you?”Fiona looked at me with her devilish grin. “Yes, Mom, Matt’s taking very good care of me.”“That’s nice, you two. June and Jane explored their father's body. They had been too excited earlier to really take a good inventory. They liked the hair on his chest and the size of his prick, although they were a little afraid of it. They each wanted to have it in their cunt, but it looked awfully big. Well if Sally could get in her cunt, they could get it in theirs. In spite of their fear, they wanted to try.John fingered his daughter's delightful young cunts until Alex and Andrew came over to relieve him of the.