He made a motion to hand me all the keys. I took four sets and waved him to the girls. Each of them kissed his cheek as they took their keys. They wer... numbered on the tag and each vehicle had a number on the windshield.“Be careful girls, I’ll see you over at the phone sales office soon.”“Old Man, thanks for the ride,” I said as I tossed the keys to the other four Jeeps in the seat of the nearest one and turned to the salesperson.“I’m Brad Childers, I assume you’re Robert Murphy?”“Murphy is. “Good, boy! Now move yo head back an’ foath!”After getting nice and hard, Caesar picked up the miniscule sissy. His behemoth body dwarfing that of his step son. He flipped the k** around and spat on his tight brown hole. He licked it for a while.“Oh wow,” purred Robin. “That feels good, papa!”“Papa know, baby boy! I’m finna teach you how to take dick!”Caesar put Robin on the ground. He got on top and pushed in slowly. “I know. Just breathe,” he instructed. “I’ll be gentle.”“Ooh,” whined Robin.. How we were dealing with things step-by-step, generally heading in the right direction, happy with this but sometimes still slightly disbelieving that we were on the road to recovery.But I’d also told her of my slightly darker and more confused moments. The quiet moments at the office when I’d look into the empty chair in Chris’s office and find myself almost physically pining for his presence. Wishing as if some genie from a kids' movie would appear and magic him back into my life. Back into. Since his parents were still residents it was easy for him to get a permit. A few extra days of vacation before Christmas and a quick drive from Pittsburgh found him in the mountains he had called home as a boy.His father had been eager for a chance to hunt with his only son again. Carl had been busy pursuing a career since graduating from college. Their once close bond, grown over the years of Carl's youth spent hunting and fishing, had slowly grown apart. Carl felt guilty for leaving his.