Please send Martha my love and tell her that I hope she enjoys the cookies and goodies I baked for both of you.’ Jim and Martha owned her place of e...ployment. She had worked there for almost five years and it was just the three of them. Over time they had become close and treated her like a daughter. Their daughter had passed a few years back from cancer and she supposed she filled the void that they felt. They, in turn, filled her void for parents as well. Her parents were, well, not exactly. So when he was sitting comfortably in Betsey 3 and had adjusted his mirror and fastened his seat belt, he found he couldn’t delay the inevitable any longer and so he switched the unit on. He was delighted that, in addition to the radio, which was already tuned in to a popular music station, a map instantly appeared on the screen showing his route towards towards the by-pass, and he hadn’t even had to punch any buttons yet. He liked this. He’d not slept very well the last couple of nights. He said, “Look, I’m really sorry. I know I can’t undo what I did, but I can promise I won’t do it to anyone else. I’ll even turn myself in.”I said two words. “Asshole. Now.”He sighed and went over. He flitted his tongue out over his daughter’s ass, licking the blood off. I made the phantom groan in pleasure, much to his displeasure. Just what I wanted. When he finished licking the blood off his tight tween daughters ass, I said. “Poke needles through her nipples like I did.” I quickly took out. "Let's find somewhere to eat dinner the other direction later babe!" Jess said. After changing into jeans, t-shirts and sneakers the pair began to head along 'Walking Street" snapping a quick photo of each other under the big sign. The bright flashing lights and the door girls had begun to fill the street encouraging people to come into their bar over that bar. Jess mentioned she’d be interested in seeing a ‘show’ later. The pair found a touristy restaurant selling a huge variety of seafood.