Only my children as an anchor."What happens now?" Dionne asked as I hung up the phone."That was the hospital. They want to know what to do with your m...other. We never talked about this, so now's the time," I said, resigned to another unpleasant task."I think we should have her buried in the cemetery," Mike said.Dionne was nodding. "Yes. I don't want her cremated. That sounds horrible," she said with some passion."Okay then, we all agree," I said with relief. "I'm sure her mother and father won't. With one hand on her thigh, my other moved north across her hard flat tummy and pushed slightly.”ooohh, I really have to go….”Those words went right to my cock, which pulsed in anticipation of the show that was soon to begin. I took her cotton panties in my hands and slowly pulled them down around her hips so I could just see the upper triangle of her pubic hair, but not her swollen lips. I stopped there and took the opportunity to touch the soft gusset and experience my first feel of her. More often than not it was heard right before one got in trouble, such as 'hey devil dog, come here!'I emailed her all the information for the ball and within a few days she had a dress all picked out. I had to get my dress blues dry cleaned and ready, which took the better part of 2 days. The ball was to be held at a casino outside of Temecula, CA which meant we had to take a trip. I had some money stashed aside for just such an event so on November 10th, we boarded a plane to LAX.Upon. We have several meetings we need to attend. If you get an answer, call this phone,” I gave him one of my cards.We flew on to Harrisburg to the pre-raid meeting with the various SWAT teams.The second helicopter that I asked Lorrie to send to Harrisburg was sitting on the tarmac in front of the general aviation terminal. When the rotors stopped turning I stepped out and walked to the Blackhawk with Eric, Ben, Andrew and Anne following. The fuel truck had just left.I gave the crew their.