Megan could tell he was about to cum and I heard her say “Cum on me.” With that, he started blowing his load all over Megan.His cum shot out with ...ntense force. The majority of it hit her tits and stomach, but a big blob of it landed on her face.This sight was so arousing to me; it was starting to trigger my own orgasm. But then, Megan giggled and started scooping his cum into her mouth. Using her fingers, she scooped the blob from her face into her mouth, then she started scooping up the cum. Your father's had one mistress or another most of the time he's been married to your mother." Never! And mother didn't know?" She might have suspected kiddo. But if she did, she didn't share her suspicions to me."The young woman went quiet for a while; churning the information the man she'd always known as uncle Bill had given her, over in her mind."Uncle Bill, I don't understand. If you've known all along about these mistresses you claim my father's had; why say something about this particular. " I sat down on the couch and opened the bottle of champagne and filled two glasses I found in the kitchen (the fact this hotel room even had a kitchen took me by surprise). I drank a large portion my glass to calm my nerves and quickly refilled it so Emma wouldn't notice. I decided I'd try to take it easy on the alcohol. I only just realised I already had several beers down in the hotel bar. But then, so did she. In fact, now that I thought about it, she finished both of her beers remarkably. He was alone. Alone in the presence of the dead. It was impossible to forget that. Mark had not seen a corpse until two months ago when, during the first days of police training, he had visited a mortuary. An elderly man with unidentifiable yellow stains on his apron had displayed his parade of cadavers. He ticked off the cause of death in each instance, pointing out claw-hammer marks in one man’s skull, then a man whose head had nearly been decapitated by a broken beer bottle. Even those.