”You love my dick, don’t you?” he asked her. “Tell your son what my dick is doing!”“Ohhhhhh. . . dirty bastard. . .” But John did’n le...t her continue. “Tell your son, bitch!! Tell him what I’m doing, or I’ll tie you up and put you all naked on the road, for the first starved trucker in the night!!”“Nooooo. . . please. . . nooooo. . .“ She was really frightened: it was impossible, for her, to disobey his orders. “Okay, daddy. . . okay. . . you’re playing with my tits!” she screamed.“Watch,. She broke the kiss and moaned loudly. I removed her saree and dropped it, pulled her petticoat string and it fell too. Now she was only in her panty which was wet to the core. I gently pushed her towards the bed and she laid back on the bed. I climbed on the bed and kissed her again. Then started going down, all the way kissing her hot sweaty body, and reached her pussy. Her panty was extremely wet. It was visible even. I planted a kiss on her panty covered pussy. Aunty shivered and shook. Then. I went out back and there was Lisa, Carol and Judy, all in lawn chairs, drinking Margaritas and wine coolers, beer and stuff; there was a whole tub full of various bottles in crushed ice and as I came out, Judy called to me, "Here's jail-bait, oops, sorry we don't have any Shirley Temples, dig around in there and maybe you'll find something."I think maybe they had already had one or two already. So, I did get a beer, I might have been seventeen but I had consumed a few beers in the past and. Soon we had a monthly lunch meeting. I got the exclusive investigators contract with his law firm, but only through competitive bidding.We did share one unbreakable bond and that was from one awful day in Los Angeles. The thought of it got me back to the serious reason for my trip to Sausalito.It was 10 AM and it was Friday, Michael's 50th birthday.Where are you Michael?I didn't want to go to Sausalito. I didn't want to face Helene. I didn't want to serve the divorce papers and I didn't relish.