It said the same thing as the one attached to Missy: "Wait until six am before leaving if you want Max to live. Tell your fathers John Steele says...hello from his grave." The second line of this message made no sense, except it put a name to our enemy. Perhaps. Or it could simply be misdirection. Neither of us had ever heard of any John Steele, alive or dead. It took a few minutes to revive Missy, and wasn't worth the effort. She'd probably gotten a stronger dose, and was so groggy. Jack took my hand and slid it between us; I knew exactly what he wanted…He pushed it down until I could feel his hard shaft against my fingers.As my fist closed over his knob I could feel the sliminess of his pre cum. The bastard moaned as I began stroking him and he asked Victor if I was a good cocksucker. My hubby smiled at him, saying I was the best one …So his naughty friend pushed me to my knees and for the first time I saw this new cock; my first impression had been right: the guy was. And then, the only job I could find was as an over the road truck driver. The job kept me away from home for anywhere from three to seven days a week and the absences did not sit well with Heather. We started having arguments and there were times that even when I was home we would go days without speaking to each other. This lack of communication led to other problems. I would come home from a trip and be horny as hell only to be told:"Not tonight. I have a headache."I didn't understand it -. My little obsession was very exciting, but my goal was to take a video of Chad and Jodi…Oh my god…It took my breath away just to think about what I was thinking. I wanted a video of my own two k**s…..(gulp) having…sex. I must be a bad mom to even think of such a thing, but that was the bottom line of my obsession.Since I could never make it with my own brother, second best would be to make a video of them. Chad looked a lot like my brother and Jodi looked a lot like me. I wanted that more than.