It took three weeks of this craziness before it suddenly occurred to me, in a flash of epiphany, that Bobby didn’t need to know where someone was. I... he could sense their colors, he could do things to their physical bodies.Wherever they were.Why hunt Osama when Bobby could just do to him what he’d done to Roger Jacobson? Not that I wanted Bobby to kill people - I didn’t. But there were other things he could do them that might be useful to our cause.We’d been on the run for eight months after. I'd walk in at some point, discovering the girls, and spank them both. Then use the 'man-part' on both of them in turn.Eden didn't mind entertaining Felicity this way; she was such a good girl. I preferred Eden and my intimate sessions with fingers and tongues rather than artificial devices. But, it kept Felicity happy and was a change of pace for us.I'd come to know Jacques reasonably well through my weapons instructions. It was just before Christine set sail that she permitted me to bed him.. But mom didn't seem to mind. She put her head back and started to let out soft little moans. My dick was already hard from watching this. Part of me thought it wasn't right that he would be licking where he stuck his dick but it sure looked as if mom was enjoying it! The more dad licked the louder mom got and the more her hips started rubbing against dads face. My dick was so hard it was starting to hurt. It had never gotten like this before. I knew I was ready to shoot and moved the covers. By the time I got thier, it looked like a tornado have gone through the street. If thier was a fight it had obviously involved more than five people(she wasn't the only one with some kind of minor injury). I got out of my truck and heard "hey thiers my peeping tom". I saw her sitting on the crub with bleeding knockles. I went over to her ready to help her up, when all the sudden some shithead yelled "Look at that cunt". I looked back and say it was a punk with a 3-foot mohawk. I guess he was.