." And I have you," answered Kim in a way that brought Lisa up short."Honey, I..." I know... everything." I don't know what you mean," replied Lisa, p...zzled."I know it was Rolf who raped you fifteen years ago. And I know he was my father." NO! I mean yes, okay, he raped me but..."Lisa had never wanted Kim to know that Rolf was the same biker who had raped her years earlier and certainly not that he was Kim's father."Come on Lisa, stop treating me like a child."The use of her first name stunned. He laid there for about a minute and they kissed passionately; he then finally pulled out of her. His cock was wet with their juices…My sexy wife laughed and begged him to wipe his hard dick off on her mound. He smiled and looked at me, as he rubbed his cock up and down her cunt, leaving some cum spread all over her mound.Anita looked at me, with an evil grin in her eyes. It felt like my cock grew even longer and harder. My wife wanted me to say it in front of that black guy who had just filled. " I said staring into her eyes. "I love you with all my hart, I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you" she said staring into my eyes. I looked at the clock, It was 6 o'clock so we got out of the hot tub and got dressed. She wore a black skirt and a green day shirt. I wore a green day t-shirt and black jeans. We left the room and walk through the lobby, out the door. We drove to the concert, it was a 15min drive. The concert was outdoors. We walked trough the gate, handing the guy the. "I know what he looks like."The funeral was held on the Eastern Shore with an itinerant minister from St. Luke's presiding and the burial was in the family plot at Pirate's Luck where Conroys had been laid to rest since 1687. After the brief ceremony in a cold rain, the family gathered with an attorney from Queenstown who had brought along a copy of Millard Greensbury Conroy's final will and brief testament. It was a very short document with no codicils that left each of the three women in her.