”I gripped his shoulders. “Keep your eyes open.”When our lips met, Jacob stared at me, happy yet curious, until the rumbling pulsed throughout t...e clearing. Holding him, our tongues dancing, it felt so good I didn't want to stop.But once, the trees surrounding us convulsed so fiercely that the scores of birds in their boughs were jettisoned into flight, squawking as they escaped skyward.This time it was Jacob who bounded backward, bewildered by the agitated flora and fauna that were settling. Last time she had come whenI fucked her as she did most of the time.On Wednesday I came home and I found some videos on top of the TV Joan hadbought that day. They were porn videos. My Joanie getting porn movies? Itdidn't make sense but I went along with it. She kissed me and said she wantedus to watch them together. I thought it was great that she was finallybecoming more experimental. I didn't question any of it. We sat on the couchand watched.All of the videos were filled with scenes of. I then decided to take the panties and head off to my bedroom so I could masturbate in privacy. Our bedrooms were upstairs except for dads, which was downstairs, but we only had one bathroom downstairs and to share.I got into my room, closed the door, strip out of my clothes, laid down on the bed, took her panties, and began stroking with them. I did this numerous other times and when I finished cuming in them, took them back to the clothes hamper and placed them back. However, this day would. Jenny and the girls were standing behind me.As we went outside Officer Grant handed me my jacket from my truck, the temperature had dropped some and she had gone back to get it. It was a souvenir leather jacket I had picked up at the PX in Germany on my way home. On the back it said "The Few, The Proud, The Marines."The FBI had sent two agents. They had pulled them off the Russian Embassy Retreat surveillance duty near C-ville. The State police had several detectives. The Governors task force.