Cory made an audible gasp and a look of lust flashed across her face. She had her eyes fixed firmly on his rapidly growing erection. His seven-inch c...ck was now rock hard and stood straight out. Ryan turned his back to her, left the room and took a short cold shower. He tried to keep control of himself, but the idea of a young seventeen-year-old golden-haired, big-breasted bed-thrasher masturbating on his bed was too much to ignore and he could not get that out of his mind. His cock was. The minister asked if we wanted to put anything in the cubby hole and all I could think was anything I put in there that would remind me of my dad I would probably want back at some point, and that could prove awkward. My mother put in a bag of sand dollars, they had a thing about sand dollars. I didn’t know the story. Chinese Emperors were buried with terra cottta armies. Pharaohs were buried with their slaves and mummified cats. My dad got sand dollars. I guess that fit. The reception was. The large man roared and went for the pistol stuck in his belt. Before he could get it out Dillon stood, drew his own gun and fired. The two other men went for their guns at the same time but Dillon was much faster and fired two more shots in quick succession. When the noise and smoke cleared there were three dead men lying on the floor of the cantina. Dillon holstered his pistol, walked to the bar and tossed a few coins to the bartender. ‘Sorry about the mess senor,’ he said. Turning he left. Now it is time to start tackling the house. Joe’s hearing is in two days, and if things go as they did last time, we only have five days to scrub and childproof this two-story-and-a-basement monstrosity. “Hey, how many of you guys are home?” “We are!” “Me!” “Me!” “Okay, names would be good!” “Joe!” “Carlos!” “Rob!” “Mark!” “Everyone in the front room then, please.” As all the boys emerge from various locations throughout the house, I realize my throat is slightly sore from all the yelling..