Then that was just too much Jeanette and I. We both just started moaning really loudly and exploded.“Holy fucking shit dad, she's right, we should d... this again sometime,” Jeanette said.“Wow, that was the best threesome I ever had,” John replied.“But we haven't seen you blow just yet though,” I said.Then John pulled his cock out of Jeanette and ripped off the condom. Then he shot his load all over her stomach. She really liked it and I was pleasantly surprised honestly. Then he laid down with. " I sang to her.She smiled, "Do you know how long I've waited to hear you sing again?" ... twenty-four little hours..." I continued, deliberately tuneless."Then again," she dived beneath the bedclothes and took me in her mouth. I groaned and stopped 'singing'. Spastically I pushed the sheets and blankets out of the way and she looked up at me mischievously. I groaned again as she lifted her mouth from me and she giggled as I arched my back to follow her mouth with my penis. "Don't worry I have. Not from personal memories of course but I have heard a few things since then.For instance, once, on November second 1948, they held an election and the Chicago Tribune's banner headline the next day proclaimed DEWEY DEFEATS TRUMAN. What the tribune's reporters failed to make note of was my arrival around eleven PM that fateful November second evening, after what my mother swore to her dying day was eleven months of pregnancy. I came out in a rush and so did several vote counts in southern. Or at least, he's not there with her. Whoever has her doesn't even really know who she is." How do you know that?" Becky asked. Julie explained."Whoever has her doesn't know Elizabeth is dead, doesn't know Victoria is Patrick's sister, not his wife, doesn't know Megan is engaged. They don't know Elizabeth was Patrick's wife. They don't even know that Megan is the only Megan we know. Otherwise, they would never have let her give that incorrect and inconsistent information in the phone call..