“No pictures, John?”“Not yet, Miriam—I’m still getting used to the idea. Everything at home is in turmoil. Thank God we have Lou Ann to he...p out. I’m lost.”“You mean the police chief’s wife?”“Yeah, she volunteered. I don’t see that happening too often in New York.”“You’re tight…so, what’s her name?”“Marci Esther.”I could see Miriam smile in the rearview mirror. “I told you Paul.”“You were right. Mom would be proud, John, but then she always was proud of you.”“You, too, Paul; hell, your. Uncle Leroy never married. He was gay. That cost him all contact with his unforgiving bible-bashing family. We were his family. When he died much too young there were rumors it was AIDS, but that was false. He died from testicular cancer. Over the loud protests of his "loving family" he left everything he owned, including his half-interest in the business, to Mom and Dad. That left Dad in charge of it all and he had to spend much more time in the showrooms than he really wanted to. Dad was a. When finished drinking, she washed and dried the glass and put it away. “The time has come,” she said to herself. She had better get into position. She wouldn’t put it past her sister to sneak quietly down the stairs hoping to catch her not by the window.June walked to the stuffed chair in the living room and peered out the window. No one was in sight except for passing cars. She spread her legs and bent over, putting her hands on the arms of the chair. As instructed, she lifted her head so she. "Now I want you to stand up and turn to face that way," I said turning her to face my swollen dick that seemed to have swelled even bigger in the last couple of minutes. "Bend forward and suck my cock Fiona," I said as I pushed the palm of my hand against the middle of her back as far up as I could reach so that she wasn't confused as to what I wanted.I got the feeling Fiona was too far gone now and any sort of hesitation she did have was now gone as she willingly lowered her head forward and.