My town, my home for over sixty years. My daughters respect my privacy, waiting patiently by the car. Actually, only one is my blood daughter, Barbara...Joanne, the other my step daughter Amy. They bring me once a month for a short visit. It saddens them, knowing they won't have to do it much longer.I'm eighty three years old now, and reside at an assisted living facility in a small apartment. They bring me my meals and check on me periodically, just in case. It's nice, but it's not a home, more. "Open your mouth and lick your lips. It's no big deal.You say you love me. Prove it!" she said more insistantly. I opened mymouth. Her cum dripped in. I licked my lips. More cum. There wasalmost no taste. I swallowed it.Tracey got off of me and layed down to kiss me. Terri was almostpassed out, still laying on my chest panting. Her cunt twitched aroundmy softening cock. I kissed Tracey for a good while, until Terri wasready to dismount me. When she did, my cock was covered in blood. Iguess it. Her cleaning him as her pet to be ready for her, him catering to his mistress to make her spotless. As Emma washes Donald, her hands rub his stomach, and she leans to his ear and tells him, “You made an issue about me gaining some weight, but it seems you have gained a bit too," as she pinches a good inch of fat from his stomach, which has appeared during the last few months.Donald is offended as he feels he always has maintained a constant weight. But when Emma makes Donald step on the. “Then, using the Family Charter, we would in essence become an LLC. This is the vehicle we would use to show income and pay our taxes. Ed and I still felt bad that the vast majority of the money in the family account was Charlie’s. He explained that by all of us kicking in everything we had, he had no problems making all of us equal partners in any and all proceeds that the family’s investments were making. This way, in essence, we’d be riding on Charlie’s coattails as far as his tax immunity.