So she decides to take matters into her own hands to get the answers from the only people who would know, the underbelly of society, the gangland. ***...************************************************* It all begins on the morning of her eighteenth birthday, she woke around seven am to the smell of freshly brewing coffee and bacon wafting into the bedroom from the kitchen down stairs. As she sat up in their king-size bed in walked her boyfriend Scott, tray in hand with a single pure white rose. ”“It’s not a thingy. It’s a dick, or a cock. You’re eighteen now, you can say the big girl words.”“Okay. Who’s telling this, anyway? Me or you?“Well, George started rubbing me, down there, you know? I reached down to check and his, umm, dick thingy was sticking up between my legs. Really close to all the squishy parts. And it was not in his swimsuit any more. George was moving around under me, sorta, and I kind of helped. I lifted up a bit and he got inside a little. Then he got inside a lot. Watching his wife bring herself to another orgasm he said, first I'd kiss each cheek, then spread her open. Mmm, Megan said. Then what. I'd lick between her cheeks on both sides before focusing on her sweet little pink eye, Bob said. Taking her gown off Rebecca wiped her legs and pussy dry. Thinking to herself Bob sucked her nipples. Pulling at them, Megan imagined he held it between his teeth. Closing her eyes, she tried to get some rest. Rebecca found it hard to sleep with the image of Bob. ”Standing a distance away, William watched the three without emotional reaction. When Ed noticed him, William said, “I think I shall enjoy living in Arizona for the next few months. Perhaps you can teach me about the desert once Great-grandfather teaches me about my other heritage.”The announcement shot through the two kids like electricity. They turned to stare at their brother. It was Little John that broke the silence. “Are you saying that we are going with him?”Not answering the question,.