I grabbed another towel, clipping it to the bag, I got my golf shoes, and tied them to the bag by their shoelaces. I recounted the clubs and repacked ...verything. Closing the trunk, I put on my sunglasses and backed out of the garage and headed to meet Coach Gears at the school. When he saw my car, he decided my car would look more at home at the country club than his. I just shrugged, and we headed out to Dearborn Country Club, the site of the tournament. It was commissioned in 1923 by Henry. I groaned happily and then glanced over at Katie, who was sat naked at the table eating her breakfast.She immediately stuck her middle finger up at me, and then went back to looking at her phone, before Hailey marched in, in just her t-shirt still, and her face still covered in my goo."Mom! Look what Jimmy did to me!" she moaned unhappily.My mother pulled her mouth from my cock, sucked them dry, sighed and then looked up at my sister."Hailey!" she then exclaimed."Are you dripping cum, all over. My work wasn'tthat demanding, so I was getting home as early as I could and thendoing everything I could to ease her through this stressful time. Running the household in effect. Even so, she heard sounds andhad to ask, couldn't let anything get by her. I suppose that'swhat made her so good at her work, why she'd been promoted whenothers were being let go, and why she was coming home exhausted. "Yours or mine?" "Ours," I answered. It was true enough. When I'd gotten home I'dfound our. There we would change planes and be on our way back home. I looked at my family and Karen and wondered why I still thought of that place as my home. After all, during the last five years I had never been there more than a few months at a time. Luckily for us, we were all handled as Company people and nobody asked about family details. I guess they all assumed that Karen and I were a young-looking family with three daughters.Even back in the States they kept us together for a few days. Some.