I don't see any alternative to killing them.Mike, I've just had an idea, Cindi said. You know what we did to that pimp a while back. Why couldn't we d... something like that to these guys?I'm not sure we could, honey. Prejudices are pretty deep seated. We might prevent them from killing anyone, but they'd still hate them.But, isn't it their right to hate someone if they want, as long as they don't do anything violent about it? Sharon asked.I suppose it is. I do hate to think the ones who are in. Dewey and I spent some time out on the deck talking. Mostly it was me telling him how much fun I'd had with him over the last few weeks. Ever since we met him at Friday Harbor, he had influenced our vacation. He had made it memorable and fun. He helped Sue realize a dream, getting her pilot's license back, helped me get a captain's license, and tolerated my early coming and going while I was getting my pilot's license. The trip had been great.We talked about Sheila and him coming down to visit.. Here are my panties, you can smell them while I try and get that dick in my mouth." I was getting hard now, the unknown. It went quite but I could smell the sex of my wife’s pussy. It was soaking wet and it seemed ages before I heard my wife speak. "You are going to cum, cum in my mouth, I want to swallow the lot," she said. Was there someone there? No, I reassured myself. My wife leaned over and stroked my hard dick. She whispered in my ear, "I really enjoyed that." She then kissed me. He told me that was okay, and that bimbos only know small words. Then he praised me for being so dumb. That made me happy, too.I became a regular pee toilet for Daddy, too. Each morning before he left for work I would kneel before him in the bathroom. There I would suck his cock into my mouth while he shaved or brushed his teeth. Then he would pee in my mouth, and I would swallow every drop. I enjoyed it. I loved how it tasted.When Daddy was gone I did my exercises, cleaned the house as I was.