She'd talk, and her life story would pour out of her, and more than once, we'd be clinging to each other, and we would both cry, our sadness and grief...washing out of us. I would tell her what I remembered of Mom, and she'd smile, and hold my hand, and prompt me whenever I'd get lost in a memory.I decided to show her the accident and autopsy reports, when I became reticent about talking about our father, and she asked me why. When she'd read them, especially Mom's autopsy report, she was. Each one had a steel ring securely stitched into it and he took Janiceover to the middle of the floor to where a rope was hanging. Taking the end ofthe rope he passed it through the rings on the wrist cuffs and tied it offsecurely.Next he went over to the wall to where the otherend of the rope was wrapped around a cleat. Undoing it he hauled on the ropeand Janice?s hands were pulled up over her head, lifting her breasts and makingthem look even more gorgeous. He hauled a bit more and Janice was. My only thought was, “Not on the sheets.”I moved forward and the second spurt hit my cheek. The third, the back of my mouth. The fourth, my tongue. His cock hit my tongue and my balls started to ache. I held his cock in my mouth until he was finished, only another few spurts. I felt his hand in my hair and I could hear his heavy breathing. The cum in my mouth was a little different than my own. It was still a little thick, but the taste wasn’t as sweet, a little tangier. But the one thing that. "By this time the locals had started to arrive so it didn't take much effort to have the two pontoons in place. Then we carted the decking and frame materials over. Alex took control of the project."Right kids, what we need to do now is put them two heavy logs on the beach and level them up. That way when we put the rest of the raft together everything should fit properly."They levelled the logs and then we all manhandled the pontoons into position. Alex went back to his truck and pulled out a.