" You shouldn't have told her your name," I suggested, "Anyway how do you know she knows your Auntie Jane."There was this awkward silence, "Is there s...mething you want to tell me?" I enquired."Can we sit down?" she asked quietly."I somehow think we ought to," I agreed.We went to the kitchen, she sat in a chair I sat on a corner of the table, "It wasn't coincidence," she said, "You know, when I answered your advert for a live in sub." I'm beginning to realise that," I agreed."A mutual friend,". We weren’t invited to the funeral, which was in Oregon anyway, clear across the country. I imagine it’s a little like when a soldier dies in a foreign land, going missing in battle and is never found. There’s no body for his people to bury and no real closure. Dad’s belongings at our house suddenly seemed sparse, consisting of some clothes, his 2004 Mustang, and the tools he used to work on the Mustang. That’s what he drove when he was home. He didn’t let me use it very often and he never let. I kissed my way up his stocking-clad legs, lifting his short skirt to reveal his black lacy panties. I just pulled the front of his panties down, his thick cock sprang up immediately. Slowly I licked his shaft and swollen balls making him groan with pleasure, eventually taking him into my warm mouth. Jaq had taught me how to give the best blowjobs, I was going to treat Marcus as Jaq looked on. Slowly I worked his whole length into my mouth, trying hard not to gag I started to blow his big cock.. They had belonged to Dr. Kellner. Mary had removed the rather powerful prescription lenses, and had them replaced with plain glass. She wrongly assumed that men wouldn't be interested in a woman wearing such out of date eyewear. If she did give it any thought, she would have been proud of the fact that not a single strand of grey showed in her vivid fiery red hair. Her rather pretty, clean scrubbed and makeup free face, had hardly changed from her college days. It always pissed Mary off that.