Things which had been her fantasy all her adult life."Can't you do it next year?" Chris asked."No, it's not exactly an annual thing," she sighed, then...put on a lovely smile. "Let's forget it. It's nothing. I didn't mean to be a downer. Let's have a great time today, okay?" Chris paused for a moment and pondered. "You know, before coming on this trip, dad told me to take his place. He said it a few times. I just assumed he meant swimming and sightseeing. All the usual stuff." Your father was. " Michelle's voice was tight with fury. "He killed Nick. Shoot the fucker." Nick's not dead, Michelle," Stephanie said softly, her eyes never leaving the sights she had set on Scott. "He woke up and called us, we got to him in time. He's in surgery, getting the bullet removed. You'll see him soon." He's not dead?" No," Roger said. He saw a movement out of the corner of his eye and resisted the urge to look over there. He had been wondering where the other girl was, the girl that had been. "It's a little sore, don't know from what though." She answered back."Sit on the floor between my legs and I'll massage your neck." I told her.She got up and positioned herself between my legs. I started to massage her legs. After about 5 minutes or so of massaging her neck, she got up and faced me. Slowly she unbuckled my pants and quickly had my cock out. Without a word she started to give me head. My cock was semi hard when she started, but soon it grew hard inside her mouth. I sat there and. Fuck her. Janitor, you want her? Her address is 2844 Maeden Lane, Apt 44, and she's got a key hidden above the door frame. Have fun.As I sit listening to my mother babble on in her mind, I can't help but feel she's suppressing something. Something dark, something hidden.I have learned that the closer I get to people, the better I can read them, so getting closer, I realize she's trying to think something to my flesh bag.My father isn't the ex-husband of my mother. Well shit. I could have told.