“What do you mean, this time?” I asked in return.“One of those so called marshals said you had bad luck with your house. Someone fire bombed it ...ast year,” She answered.“That is true, but he is still inside. I think.”At the prison just after lunch, I allowed Adriana to take the lead. She began with, “Miguel we know now that you are an honest man.” I knowingly choked. Adriana stared at me hard. Then she continued. “So now we need the name of the person who hired you. Prove to the Sarge that he. Not only did he not run into Marisa but didn't get any luck at all with any woman. I might have told him I was sorry to hear it but was also partly glad to know.The next couple of days were uneventful. Doing my normal routine of home and work. Wednesday was no different. When I got home there was a message from my wife on the answering machine. She said she wouldn't be able to talk to me tonight because she was invited to a business dinner with some of her coworkers. So I spent my night being. I got up and sighed. In a couple of months, Don Sr. would be back to his old self and would again be between my legs two or three times a week. But tonight, it was time to let my fingers do the walking as I fantasized about my two sons pleasuring their sister after she sucked their cocks.A couple of days later, Carol was helping me clean up after lunch. Don Sr. and the boys were up to the dig already. Heaven forbid Don Sr. should let the boys relax for a few minutes while the sun was up.“Mom,. She was a very prettygirl, and loads of guys fancied her. Lucy was shorter, aged 14, and hadlarger breasts and a nice ass. She had long, very dark brown hair with somecurls towards the front.They both attended Hughton Secondary School in England, and wore thetypical school unform of: black skirt or trousers, black blazer, whiteschool shirt and red and black striped tie. Jess wore tight fittingtrousers, and Lucy wore a short skirt.Today was going to be special, though, because Jess was going to.