Jesus H. Christ... just think of it... what if he had shot a customer? Or me? Or you? We would've had fucking police all over... oh my god, the questi...ns. They would have asked all the questions that we don't want to have to answer!"Yes, dear, thought Roger."We have a great thing going here, Roger... and Johnny fucked up badly... he almost fucked up the entire deal." I'll deal with Johnny," sighed Roger. "Right now I am much more concerned with what that gunshot might have done to the. Hell, that doesn't even count your military pension! You're rich! You pay." I'd love to, Chip, and I would, but your sister-in-law, Kathy, vetoed the idea. She asked me how else will you ever learn if you aren't made to pay for your mistakes? I didn't have an answer for her. And Chip, you know her! Nothing can get Kathy Cartwright to change direction when she makes up her mind!"They continued to joke and went out to the first tee. The foursome with the Bradleys went off first. Ken Bradley, who. " I surrendered and agreed to go and visit them for the New Year,now I would have to try and get the bruising down by then!The rest of Sunday was spent putting all of Kelly's, Shonali's and myclothes into the box room as I was also getting fitted bedrooms done, soby the end of next week the work would be nearly completed and all thenew beds (double) and furniture would be in and I could start puttingtheir clothes back - while the new fitted bathrooms were done (I forgotto mention that job), the. Tim’s may have looked a little longer and maybe harder, but the shiny purple knob made her instantly wet with the memories of how he tasted. “I wonder if Dad tastes better?” she silently asked herself.At that moment, Tim began spraying rope after rope of thick cum over the breasts of his mother and Tammy’s mouth dropped. He had already done that several times and yet he was still essentially painting her torso with his thick juice.Tim then collapsed on top of his mother and for a moment, Tammy.