I knew from previous experience that once I unbuttoned the top six or so buttons I could pull it over my head. Actually, Robert normally was the one a...tually pulling it over Roberta's head. I also got a fairly sexy bra and underwear set - not quite Victoria Secret's but a far cry from what Roberta normally wears - as well as a pair of shorts and leather sandals to complete Roberta's outfit. I then went into Robert's room and got a pair of boxers, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt along with his. As I was sober, unlike most of the men taking here at the party, I could sense that he was heading to something with his speech. He talked about trust and reliability as foundations of our small family, our business - his business. And how a man's word was his life. Then, after a greasy joke, he all of sudden picked up a pistol and shot that one particular guard between his eyes. Then he sat down and finished his burrito and beer.I made sure that I looked shocked because of the shooting, while. I positioned the mirror on the coffee table and sat down in front of it, staring at myself. I had shaved before leaving for Peter's house, but in truth even though I was now 23, I could go days before any stubble took a hold. Although the summer had been long and hot, I was still quite pale skinned, as I preferred the shade to the heat of the sun. I emptied the small bag of its contents and opened the blusher. "Well here goes nothing," I said under my breath, as I lightly brushed the pink. His eyes closed, sitting wrapped in a towel, and sometimes with a bulge showing. She did not consciously plan to seduce her son. Now that they have committed adultery and incest, she would have to plan her future actions carefully.Would her marriage survive with the cheating? What if she were to become pregnant with Bill’s baby. Would she ever be able to give up the sex with her son?All of those questions would have to be for another day. Today, Bill and she are alone, naked, and fucking..