He talked about a few things but mostly about being caught like this and what it would mean if he did write a citation for us…the embarrassment for ...ack. While he did this – after fondling me pretty well – I watched as he removed his gunbelt, to put everything in the front seat. He then opened the one back door; wound the window down then, closed it again. I was told to lean into the open window, head and shoulders inside then, find something to grab and hold onto.I was told to take a step. I ll never know.He loved us the way he could, I guess we did the same too. But, but, but as long as I m alive, I wish we could have been better dad-son. Wish I was stupider. Wish I could enjoy TV along with him, or be there every day making life for him, or I was never born so he could spare the time he spent on me and did what he enjoyed most a more. I will never know.I have regrets, now that he is dead. I had them when he was alive. I think I tried to live his life for him. I backed out. This is something Ray had never asked her to do, but of course she had no choice. She had no sooner complied with his order than she heard him howl and felt his cockhead begin to pulse. She stared up at him, eyes wide, as his balls released a huge torrent of vile tasting black seed. So great was the quantity of cum that suddenly filled her mouth that June couldn't swallow it all and began to choke and cough violently. "Swallow it bitch, swallow it all," he bellowed. She had never heard his. ‘Aunt Madi! You have cooties now.’ ‘Uh oh!’ Madi squirmed out of Dimitri’s lap, making him bite his lip to muffle the small moan that formed in his throat as that shapely ass ground into him. ‘You’ll have to gimme a cootie’s shot before I turn into a cootie monster.’ Ivan and Dimitri both grinned as Madi knelt for the ceremony of the cootie shot. ‘Daddy, can Madi paint my nails? Please!’ Ivan sighed and shook his head. ‘It’s fine with me, go ask mommy, okay?’ Naomi grinned, jumping into Ivan’s.