“Then clean my cock-head boy,” he reprimanded.The flared head of his dick was manic. Squashing his fat mushroom into my mouth, my lips expanded to...full capacity. “Wider, boy, open much wider!” He grunted. “Nah, this is a lost cause,” he exclaimed in an insulting tone. “Let’s see if your arse will take this knob. I’ll fucking make it fit.”Pulling me towards the bedroom, I knew that I was heading for the fucking of my life. I was in heaven and did not care if I died in the process that lay ahead.. She went on to talk about the Gulf of Tonkin, but Father Tom discounted that.The other woman there, who claimed to be the girlfriend of the eighty-five year-old man, went on to detail his continuing service to his country as a consultant to the Office of Naval Intelligence, and said he still had been actively involved in some capacity. Father Tom discounted that, also.He felt justified, too, when he arrived for the funeral service, under the dark and threatening sky. There weren't all that many. Operation "Queen" was now in full swing and fully operational.***Julia was just finishing her version of what had happened and she was begging her husband Bill to take them away from Harvest Moon. What Julia did not know was her husband's involvement and dependence on the corporation. Being an executive, he was in the loop. He knew that if he disobeyed the corporation, he --as well as his entire family-- would come to a very bad end; they would all die! It would look like an accident, but. As time went on, more and more people wanted to join the game. One night we had 8 tables and close to 50 people playing. Often, my dad would come downstairs and play too. My sister and I loved having our parents hang out with us. They were a lot of fun to party with. It was Saturday. School had ended the week before. I was leaving for basketball training camp on Tuesday. My parents had gone away for the weekend to go see my brother and his new kid. They had left my sister and me a chores list..