I know Quiller hadn't fought the system; a lightly reported item a couple of months later said he'd agreed to plead guilty to a number of drug charges...and been sentenced to 15 years' imprisonment.Fifteen years seemed a pretty small penalty for all the shit he'd perpetrated at his boss' behest. It was only small miscalculations that had left both Susan and myself even alive after his ministrations; he'd done his dead-level best to kill us both, me twice over. I fervently wished him a miserable. " I can explain," she insisted. "He was an old friend from my college days. But how could you have known? He never came here." Mom, I didn't know," I said reaching under her to insert three fingers into her accommodating pussy "I was bullshitting." Oh," she almost sounded disappointed. "But it doesn't matter now."Right.The next morning, Dad was in an odd frame of mind. As I would be, frankly."How'd it taste, sweetheart?" Mom asked as he frowned over his toast and coffee."Not as bad as I would. I sniffed in the heavy and very seductive sniff of her privates and started tonguing her like a madman. Pretty soon, she arched her back and her lips contracted, releasing a torrent of her pussy juices which I happily lapped up.She finished her orgasm and I stood back up and looked into her eyes. She practically tackled me as she mashed our lips together, throwing me into the other wall. We had an intense lip-locked session for several long minutes before I couldn’t hold out any other. I broke. We hadn't been this involved in a new business effort in years. Then again, $40 million was a lot of money. My share was almost a quarter of my worth, a huge risk. Oddly, I hadn't given it a thought in the last week, even with all my free time.We pulled up to the Carlyle, where I learned that Dan had moved me into one of their two-bedroom suites, with a remarkable view of Madison Avenue. I was a little nervous about the expense. Sure, money wasn't a problem, but a couple of weeks there would.