We didn’t do an open bar. That would have been a bit much for Pastor Russ.That evening we all met at our house to talk about what had happened. Mom ...as very happy that I had travelled to San Francisco to sort out the police, and Teresa and I filled the family in on what we knew. Was it a black capsule? Was it a suicide? Officially we didn’t know. The final report wouldn’t be issued until after the final results of the autopsy, which wouldn’t be issued until the toxicology report was. We had long talkedabout including another man and this seemed like a goodopportunity.Soon, Karl came out and got in his pickup. I got out ofthe Caddy and went over and talked with him again. Itold Karl how to get to our hotel and then climbed backinto the car and let him follow us.Nicolette and I entered our room. We decided the leather lookwas sexy and she would stay clothed for the time being.One thing Nicolette likes though is to be blindfolded. Shelikes that because it allows her to. " Would you like me to put my shorts on before I get out of bed?" I asked."Would you mind?" she replied with a smile.I pulled my shorts on and went to the bathroom and when I returned; she had her bra back on and her panties were in her hand. I handed her the toilet tissue and she moved her hand under the covers to wipe my cum from her leg.She wriggled back into her panties after handing me the cum soaked toilet tissue and, I climbed back into bed. We kissed passionately and again, I apologized. In deference to my father's sensibilities, I did not do that, but it was quite a temptation.As soon as we got home, Dad and I went to the dojo for me to try out my new outfit. Immediately, there was a problem. I could not wear my brass strips under my mail and have it accomplish anything, and it was very uncomfortable to strap it over the mail sleeves. Of course, the leg strips were not affected by the new shirt, so they were no problem.That was when Dad had another stroke of genius. He used.