Iread a lot of her stuff, and got a bluffer's overview. I'm sure shecould do the same with mine. It actually helped in our regular day today convers...tions, being able to relate to each other's work andworkmates. Of course I could probably have switched some of ourknowledge too, but I was still wary of that, as it meant changing myselfin a way I couldn't quite agree with.Which might be why I had an issue with Sarah's next idea. I guess acertain level of 'guy stuff' had been building up in. Yes, I'd picked. It was retribution.I miss you Mom and Dad. What did Mom use to say? I believe that I knew what she'd say. She'd often stated that she wouldn't get even; she'd get ahead. Killing Fremont wouldn't make me even, let alone put me ahead, but his untimely death was the only payback I had.I stood inside the Maui condo where we were hiding from Freemont and watched my bride outside leaning back against a beach chair. She gazed at the breaking deep blue waves as they turned into white. It was as hard as I had ever seen it and a dark red in color. He said, “Heather, watching you giving that blowjob really turned me on.” He started stroking his cock, gripping it very tightly. Of course sucking off Bob so quickly had left me wanting more and seeing my dad’s stiff prick really turned me on. I jumped up off the sofa and ran over to where dad was sitting. I fell to my knees in front of him, grabbed his hard cock out of his hand and stuffed it in my mouth. I greedily started sucking. His Aunt Tabitha had put himinto a lovely, pale red, latex maid's outfit. A tiny cap was perched atopthe wig he wore, which was cut in bangs above his eyes. He was used toall that, but this one featured several tiny padlocks that made itimpossible for him to take off. The slim, fine-featured young man hadgone into a bit of an internal panic. He managed not to let it show buthis mind focused entirely on getting those locks undone. He had taken apin and, reaching around behind his neck, tried.