”“How are you holding up?” she asked.“Believe it or not, I’m fine. Sad. But fine. Stephie really gave me some things to think about. Not to ...ention a good kick in the butt in her wonderful Southern way. I’m actually meeting Father Basil for lunch tomorrow to talk through some of it.”“A priest? Is that really where you’ll get the best answer?”“Is there a best answer?” I asked. “We should talk about your vision when your heart stopped at some point. I have something interesting to tell you about. At the boathouse, Wallace kept a 38' racing Catamaran Sport Cruiser that could (and often did) make late night visits to a deep little basin just off of Whiptail Reef. An excellent choice for body disposal - too much reef there for shrimp trawling and deep enough blue water to deter sport divers, and it was only about a twenty mile round trip away, less than an hour for a fast shallow-draft boat. Sometimes, the Watters also used this route to smuggle especially sensitive cargo, like major drug. Dad caught her hand andkissed it in an apology. Her eyes showed that there was nothing toforgive.We all sat to eat and our three sissies stood behind us, ready to serve.Over the course of a delicious dinner, mother explained more about my newsissy."Candy is now your responsibility, Chris," she explained. "Think of her asyour special pet. She will be your loyal new companion, but you need tocare for her and make sure that she's safe and well provided for." She has a clean bill of health," mom. And he was hot and bone-hard! She didn't have to see it or feel it with her hands; she knew Hank Carr had an immense pussy plunger!His hands, now cupping her ass and lifting her up on tiptoes, were pushing her toward the precipice of climax and she was about to beg him to rip off her clothes and fuck her! She needed it! Wanted it as badly as any bitch dog in heat!But she didn't have to beg. His hands were busy up under her skirt and her panties were slithering down over her buttocks and he was.