That ID was still good, so far as we knew, but a single wig? Hardly a stealth campaign.I cleaned up our lunch debris and looked at Daddy, “It horrif...ed me. When Matt shot that forger. No warning, no discussion.”Daddy shrugged, “Matt’s a hard man.”And that was the extent of his ... judgement. No opinions offered, no editorial comments.But he looked at me shrewdly. Suspecting, correctly, that while I had been stunned at Matt’s sudden action, I wasn’t really horrified. In fact, as the details. He turned and swept his arm along the length of the arroyo. “There are two hundred men in the arroyo waiting for the first shot to be fired. If they do what they’ve been told, then they won’t be seen until then.”He turned to the west and swept his arm out towards the river. “There’s a draw about fifty feet from the road that roughly parallels it. There are a hundred men in that draw with the same instructions as the ones in the arroyo.”He turned north and pointed to four separate small hills. You’ll have to have a house warming party.” I said“That’s a great idea. I’ll let you know the date.Thanks again, bye.”Fern’s view pointWe got to the house about 9 o’clock and I helped Daddy get the stuff for cleaning out of the truck. I started to sweep the floors while Daddy finished installing a walk-In-robe in the bedroom. It was hot, and Daddy had stripped down to his shorts. By the time we were finished we were both sweating and the dust had stuck to our skin. We had a mini bar-fridge set. He got up and padded to the bathroom, his cock bobbing up and down in front of him.Caroline heard the shower running.She lay back in bed, feeling warm and contented.Caroline usually returned to bed in the morning after Jonathon had left for the office.But she wasn't a lazy girl.She didn't go back to sleep.She went back to bed and played with her pussy.It had become something of a morning routine with her, loving morning orgasms as she did and seldom getting screwed by her husband at that time.