"So? It's not like hubby's here is it?" he asked. "Well no.But..." I started but he interrupted me by placing a finger over mymouth "Shhh" he said. "D...ddy'll make it better." He came round behind mydesk and sat on my lap. As he did so he noticed the slight damp patchstarting to show through my trousers. "Ohh, looks like somebody's morethan a little interested" he said giggling.Suddenly there was a gasp at the door. "Oh crap!" I thought as I lookedtowards the door. Sure enough there was Dale. The sudden sunlight hurt my eyes, and I had to cover and close them for a few moments. When I could see again, I saw my bf sitting clothed at the bottom of the bed with a weird smile on his face.He asked me if I enjoyed it, and I told him over and over how amazing he was, and how much I loved it, I even started cupping some of his cum from my body into my hands and started licking it.He let me clean myself up in his shower then told me he had to head out to pick something up for a family. I loved the place, it was miles away from any other house. There was a big lake full of fish. The house was one big room with a large bath in a corner.There was no electricity, water was piped by gravity from a spring up high on the side of a small mountain. The refrigerator, hot water heater and kitchen range ran on butane gas. There were gas space heaters to keep the cabin warm in the winter. Kerosene lamps were the only light at night.I had taken Fay there as often as we could before we were. 'Family tragedy! Grandfather slain!'" It was in that quiet time 'between the years' when Elise read out the headlines. We were both deathly shocked and dreaded to read more.In the typical style of this primitive news rag, the article offered little of substance but lots of speculation. Apparently the police were called after a family confrontation in an upper-class suburb of the county town got out of hand. "The 'senior' was 'probably' bashed with a kitchen implement, thereafter certified dead.