As I was apologising for the delay I was told told to come in and sit down as he finished listening to Beethoven’s sixth symphony.He drove through t...e north Lakes countryside to a site at the foot of the mountain called Skiddaw. I went to the site facilities for a much needed shower, and to put a load of washing in the laundry while he did whatever was necessary to set up the van to live in it.Oh, the joy of getting clean, of washing my hair. I didn’t like to put on new clothes before washing. Jessie actually had a respectable pecker. It wasn’t huge, but it was not small either. It always seems like the nerdiest guys have the best dicks. I was still sore from getting my pussy busted out the night before but what we were doing was slowly becoming erotic in a humiliating way. My pussy began to juice lapping at Jessie’s balls while Chastity went down on him... Jessie played with our hair as his mother lovingly kissed and worshipped his cock and I worked his balls. He wasn’t seeing. The downstairs bathroom didn't have one. Scott rubbed his neck with a free hand. Upstairs, he checked the master bath and the secondary bathroom, no trashcans. He walked to his office. The wood paneling with the contrasting strip of textured limestone was striking. The presentation gun case and trifold flag mounted in its case above made him smile. They had gone from painful reminders of Mr. Piotrowski's loss, to something that made him remember the good times. Funny how that worked, he. That fuck, that no good fuck; I should have left him years ago.The car door slammed behind me, followed quickly by the front door of the house. Silence, except for soft music from upstairs. There she was, sitting up in bed, nursing the last bit of a cold with the aid of two fingers of her favorite taxable remedy. She always had a smile for me."Hello, dear." She said it expectantly, knowing that there must have been some reason for me to come crashing into the house. She was as beautiful as.