I would do anything, use any means at my disposal to keep them safe. Your father is a hoodlum, a mob boss, Mafioso. He runs brothels, gambling houses,...sells drugs, controls the dock workers union, and God knows what else. He does anything he can to make money illegally. On his taxes, he claims he makes less than $200,000.00 a year, when he actually takes in more than 40 million in cash. No one would miss him. Vincent is still an innocent, but he has promised your father, in my presence, to. To make matters worse,” she glanced at Perra again then back to Kal, “you gave me a LOT of energy too.” Perra smirked but kept quiet so Ikuno could continue, “I had to do something with all of the excess, so things got a little ... loud.”Perra’s eyes went wide, “Bloody hell! That was you?!” Ikuno blushed deep purple and nodded.“I thought there was a dragon or some nasty monster nearby! It was so loud I had to stop and cover my ears. When it noise died I ran here as quickly as I could.”Kal had a. ” She said.“Well, on average, then.” Jake asked. I noticed that he had only partially closed his robe, and I could still see his prick slowly pulsing as it slightly deflated.“Maybe once a week.” Christine said. “You know, I actually had a seminar at school on how to masturbate.” “Are you k**ding?” Ben asked incredulously. “No, not at all!” Christine said. “It was one of those feminine sexual awareness things. There was about eight of us in the seminar, and we did all sorts of exercises to make. One was a tall woman, with a natural elegance and beautiful face that faintly reminded me of Dad. She was decked out in jeans and a man's white t-shirt, too large for her frame, though it seemed to hang just right to accent her femininity. She stood there, just staring at me, with round eyes and her lips slightly open, as if she was locked in some internal struggle. Next to her was a young man. He must have been close to my age, he was doe eyed and innocent, rather than looking at me, he.