Roughly six foot tall, I’m pretty average in most ways. Brown hair, reasonably fit. I run when I can, some weight lifting when I can. And my life is...now circling the drainToday actually started out okay, relatively speaking. Beautiful morning, I woke up before my alarm clock went off, and I had my lucky suit pressed and ready to go. If things continued on that trend my presentation at work would have cemented the promotion I’d had my eye on for several months. But as my usage of the past tense. Now, tell me why you asked?”“My daddy’s company owns three of them. Last time I was at the headquarters of his company, two of them were there and they told me they were never used since Daddy died. We could take one back with us.”“We can’t leave the horses ... I could never leave them for someone else to care for, more than a short period of time.”“Then, we’ll ride our horses back up the mountain and have one of the helicopters flown up there ... I may just tell them to bring both of them up. Wifey instinctively sensing I was gonna shoot came closer and knelt down beside me holding my discarded white boxers in her hand under my cock ready to catch my impending load, a rather practical housewifey thing to do, no doubt with the intention of saving the carpet from being jizzed upon, however it had the effect of turning me on even more. Looking right into my eyes she placed one warm moist hand on my thigh, then sliding it toward my groin she tucked a finger under the steel ring and. Might be a way to at least start a conversation. But would he able to doit and how could he get up the nerve?The next morning at breakfast after Sue had left for work Paul and Johnwere sitting at the table eating breakfast as usual. John took a deepbreath and said, "Paul, there's something I need to tell you and it's notan easy thing to bring up but after thinking about it Ibelieve it's the right thing to do. For sure not an easy thing but theright thing." Paul was curious, "OK dad. What's up?".