Josie nodded. "I said that my husband had done this. I was bitter. I told him that this was the work of the man he worked for. And he said he was sorr...y, and he called Max a bastard for doing something like this." She looked up. "How was I to know he'd go and shoot Max? I was only venting my anger." We don't know if this was his reason," Fogerty said soothingly. "It seems your husband has attempted a double-cross. So it may have been simple retribution. These contract operatives have a code of. Suddenly Joan yelped."Hey, watch that shit, guy!" she said. "You're supposed to wash my ass, not stick your finger up it."Ted laughed playfully, goosing his mother again. Joan squealed and tucked her hips forward, turning around to face him. As the water washed the shampoo from her hair, she grabbed his cock in one hand, his balls with the other."I'll show you!" she said. "Think you can stick your fucking finger up my asshole, do you?"She pulled her son close to her by his cock, tucking it. “I was born and grew up here. My family has been here for thirty-four generations which is as far as my research has been able to trace. I was orphaned at nine years of age when my parents and brother were killed in a terrible accident. I spent five years living on the streets at night but spent almost every day after school in the libraries and museums studying hard so I could go to a good school. A local community leader took me under his wing under advice from my headmaster and helped me. Not that I was complaining mind you! Martha’s cunt was a little disappointing. Unlike the silk vise of your pussy I could hardly feel any friction or pressure at all. I certainly wasn’t going to complain but Martha was obviously aware of the situation because she turned her head to look at me and said “I’ve gotten a little loose over the years dear. Why don’t you either fuck my ass or pick one of the other girls. I suspect that you will enjoy that more” and then she turned to kiss Wendy and.