When I saw the autopsy report (and no, I still won’t tell anyone how I got access to it. I was in SF. Use your imagination) my suspicions increased....And Bobby trusted me enough to come to me voluntarily and tell me what he’d done. I wanted to hug him, both in the way he had “hugged” me, and physically, because I knew what kind of horror he had prevented. Of course I don’t have his abilities, so a physical hug was all I could give him.And, possibly, I could give him time to learn how to control. Watching it started to get me harder and excited. My dad then reached out and wrapped a hand around my thinner and smaller cock and started to stroke me. We were soon in synch with each other. Matching our motions up and down the others shaft. Moving faster and faster as we got hornier. Soon, both of our cocks were the hardest they had ever been; at least mine was.Dad placed his other hand on the back of my head and leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Our lips met and instinctively I opened my. Then, as I was just finishing that area and headed to start doing the area up closer to where she had been, I looked up just in time to see her finish dragging her chair onto the patio and then step into the back door of her house. “Shit!”I muttered to myself and finished mowing the rest of her yard, dreaming about all kinds of ways that could have worked out a hell of a lot better. At lunch my wife suggested I finish the stone fire pit and we grill out that evening. Now, I had planned on. Pulling out a $20 dollar bill, “here is the money I owe you for the damaged can.”“You don’t owe me anything. Our paths crossed for a reason and you will soon learn why.”“You are scaring me. Let me go I will not bother you.”Suddenly a clasp is placed on my wrist and then before I can react the other is also restrained. I am panicking and try to resist but a blindfold is put over my eyes and something is placed on my neck. I am afraid I am about to be strangled.“Relax, you will enjoy all that.