Marvella opened the door and asked Constance, the agency nanny, to bring a bottle of scotch, two glasses and a pitcher of water. Allowing her son to d...ain some of his emotions she waited by the door until Constance knocked and passed the tray through it. Setting the tray on the dresser she made two scotch and waters.Holding out a glass to him she said, “It’s difficult enough, Son, to bury a husband and a father. But we have things that must be discussed as the two adults we are. Through it all. ’ That jacket had seen many years, and many places. The tales it could tell. We left the house and headed off up the road. On the way we talked about all the things that we couldn’t talk about in front of Terri’s parents, how Dave & Andy were having problems after Andy discovered he was bisexual, about Julie and Peter’s new girlfriend and how they were going to set up a triad, all the sort of things that are just a little too ‘out there’ for Terri’s f****y. We walked across the common arm in. He certainly felt more relaxing with each pump from my lips so I kept sucking his cock as tight and vigorously as I could. It was obvious that he was enjoying me massaging and rubbing his shaft, kissing his bulging gland and caressing his balls by the way he curled my hair though his fingers. I could also tell by the subtle swiveling movement of his hips as he swiftly thrust his manhood into my mouth. After a few minutes, he got so much into it that he was grabbing my hair more aggressively. What would you do if there’s thousands of dollars there?” Isaac asked, laughing as they continued to uncover the saddlebags to keep from ripping the dried and cracked leather, spilling whatever they contained.“Isaac! This one really is full of money!” Eli said as he opened it carefully.“This one is too, Eli. I mean bundles and bundles of hundred dollar bills too.”“Same over here. I wonder if this is all that’s buried here and who is the man who was shot?”“Do you see a date on one of those.