Sye is the local barber and I hadn’t been aware that he did home visits. But then again, if Phyllis and Sis told Sye he did home visits, then I doub... the guy dared argue; I know I wouldn’t!Sye was stropping his cutthroat razor when I finally arrived in the kitchen where apparently it had been decided that he was going to perform the surgery. I queried the cutthroat, but Sye insisted that a safety razor would make a real pigs ear of removing my several years growth of beard. Actually I became. She was sobbing incoherently but I picked up the words, “Willy - suicide - hospital.” So, I raced down to St. Joe’s and up to Willy’s room.The pathetic tableau that greeted me was right out of a soap opera, with all its Victorian melodrama. Willy was lying peacefully in a bed, asleep. Jill was draped across the bed holding Willy’s hand and weeping like her heart would break. Their mother was even there, with a ton of mascara dripping down her face.The two women turned and looked angrily at me.. I pulled her head back, looked in to her fiery eyes and slapped her exposed cunt. Her body jerked and she let out another cry. I pulled her face back to my rib cage and growled again, "Lick it clean, slut." This time she obeyed my order and licked her spit clean off my torso. I released her hair, her head hung lifelessly from her twisted body that dangled in midair. Her hair brushed against the floor of my bedroom, as her body swung weightlessly from the ropes supporting her. I grabbed. Surely, no girl her size could ever hope to give such a tool entry to their private parts.Her guardian resumed her massage only this time his inflamed member was sliding up and down her soft rounded ass crack. It felt so nice that Heidi was moaning and mouthing little words of encouragement to her beloved guardian to spread her cheeks and slide it deeper inside. Gunther pulled her cheeks open and let them surround his rampant cock. When Heidi raised her ass off the wool carpet, the old man.