“I think that is quite fascinating. How much does one make as a writer?” his mother asks, though her tone is very chastising, and the look she giv...es Danny is no better.“I make enough to pay rent, all my utility bills, and have a hefty savings account for retirement. Tell me how much does one make as a retired model?” Meg asks with a face of pure innocence. Danny takes a bite of food to hide the smirk forming on his face. Meg is a spitfire that is for damn sure.“So, your books. Are they. Maybe she might’ve changed her mind. Katy thinks she wanted an excuse to not, you know, do a divorce.”Gary listened to his oldest daughter. Had he made a mistake? Should he have taken everything? Should he have left a note? He heard Dorothy finish.“Dad, mom’s a real mess. We’re scared.”~~~V~~~Back at the night of the gala Jessie had at first fled the scene, but she was no quitter, not her. In the quiet of the Hampton Inn she’d considered and reconsidered her plans. She loved Gary desperately,. I didn't care, I headed straight for her rosebud. The touch of my hand across her ass caused her to lunge downward further onto my rod. She was deep throating me for the first time. She gurgled and swallowed hard as she adjusted to my length. I drew my hand back to my mouth before returning it to her anus. Drawing circles around her anus drew few results. It wasn't until I poked her directly on her anus that things started to change. Suddenly she shifted her weight and got on her knees and. Then I pulled back and stood, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I was exhausted. Aunt R got off the couch, wiping a few drops of semen off her right cheek, and knelt down in front of me. Taking carefully my devastated but still hard cock, she closed her lips around it. Taking my balls by her hand, she pushed my dick even deeper, making sucking movements with her mouth, sucking out the rest of the cum from me. We stayed in this position for a few more minutes - I stood with my hands on my hips.