...................................................... By the time I had finished with the clean up, Bob had shushed the c***dren off to bed and had h...mself gone up to our room. I walked wearily up the stairs, pausing only to say goodnight to the girls. Bob was coming out of the shower. His cock swung heavily as he made his way to the bed. He squeezed the shaft and waved it at me. "Interested? He asked with a school boy smirk. I am. He said with a leer. I could use a little release before. "'Ere he is,missus.Sorry,he had to use the lav' and then him and me son got looking at comics.Safe and sound he is though,so no worries"My mother was stood by their gate,arms crossed,foot tapping with her usual frown on her face,"Well yes,but he knows not to go into anyone's house he doesn't know.Anyway,welcome to the avenue,and as I told Paul to say,if you or your wife need anything while you're settling in,just ask".Chris's dad gave a grin and assured mam he surely would do that.Then winking. He sneered. Long abandoned.Being abandoned entailed it being occupied in the first place. This was no Dungeon. It was a tomb. His tomb.Long ago, he had been the most powerful servant of a powerful Keeper. In the name of his master, he had killed…Well…He couldn't remember how many people he'd killed but he'd killed a whole load of them. After all, it was not like he ever counted. That would not be classy. As a Horned Reaper, he didn't live his life moment to moment, he lived it kill to kill. For. .. mmm... I love her ass,” I thought, looking down at my perky 30B's, before I joined the rest of my family.We went through the usual “my, haven’t you grown” stuff you hear every time you see family you haven't seen in a while. We got all the tents put up, and all the sleeping arrangements situated. I was going to sleep with Sam in a tent, my parents in another, my uncle and aunt in their own, and my cousin in his own.I was sitting next to Sam as we were all around the campfire. She would just.