”“You’re crazy, Hunter…”“We’ll meet you there now. And by the way… Don’t you dare bring anybody else with you, cuz in case you forgo...… It’s a really tall place, where we’re going… We don’t want a portuguese little pussy to fall off from such a tall place… Faggots can’t fly, ya know?” said Hunter, and hung up immediately.“I told you he was obsessed… Way too obsessed.” Said Kiyan.“I have to go.”“ You sure? I think you should call someone to help…”“No… I know Hunter, he’s not fooling around here…. " like a question. Again, "No talking" and I go drive around again.I had to laugh to myself. Here we are, two old dudes driving around a country club with a naked smokin' hottie in the backseat knowing (or at least hoping at this point!) we are going to be fucking her raw in a few minutes.I pull back up our driveway, and immediately realize my plan went to shit.If I hit the door opener, Lynn will know we are at our condo. This whole thing has to be unrecognizable in everyway, and here I fuck it. For the panties I had to tuck hislittle buddy between his legs, of course. With his balls retractinginside his body by the pressure of the a bit too small panties and theirsnug fit his front took on a girly V-shape and the heart-shaped hairsshowed nicely through the fabric.When I tried Diane's sneakers on him they wouldn't fit. So I took somebleach and made his own ones shiny white - even where they had been bluesome mere minutes before. Then I replace his dark blue with the pinklaces and those. I pretended to be surprised and said, “You make such a big mess! Every time you shoot off, I need a shower and at least the bidet, if not a douche or I’m dripping for hours!”Daddy grinned at me and said, “That’s me leaving you something to remember me by.”I gave him a pretend frown and said, “That’s short term. I can’t wait until you can get me pregnant and give me a baby to remember you by.”We cleaned up again, and then I made brunch for us. I’d learned to make eggs benedict, because that was.