Since it isn’t either a Jack Ryan or James Bond story I’ll just say that Jim spent several months cleaning up the last of the Master PC mess and m...king himself financially secure for life.He was sitting on the patio on the first warm day of the following spring with a 16 oz insulated mug full of Arco Coffee (cream, 2 Sweet’N Low) contemplating. Susan was babysitting the grand kids at their daughter’s and he had the place to himself. He was not a happy camper. He should have been. He was rich,. Fun is in the air, happiness, lightness, sex.Yesterday and the day before I kicked them out with the others, today they can stay a bit longer. Free drinks after opening hours, of course, self service for the ladies. The White Russians go in quickly, so do the gin tonics, yes girls, you can smoke inside now.The heat of today, the sunbathing in the afternoon, the good meal at my place they had and the many drinks: all giggles, laughs and loud voices now. Emmy explains that her chest is too much. I spent a good five minutes cleaning her, and there was still more coming out. The guys being too impatient to wait for round two started to work his dick back into her pussy while I was still cleaning her. She wouldn’t let me up yet, so as I’m down there cleaning her his balls start hitting the top of my head. I can’t help but inadvertently lick his big black cock while I’m eating the cum still being forced out of her pussy. Feeling me down there he pulls out and forces his cock in my throat,. . Something's going on, but Vicki won't tell me anything but that her mom will talk to you. And me."Two weeks into Vicki's visit, she'd talked to her mom every other day, more or less. I listened in on one of the calls, Vicki laughing and smiling as she related the adventures she was having, running around with Terri and Rachel, the travels with Beck and Kim and Tina, our adventures as a little family.In retrospect, I should've seen it coming. I hadn't talked to Karen much, and certainly had.