Grrrrrrrrrrrr. I looked up and Steve was standing in the doorway, just watching me. Instinctively, I grabbed a sheet from the bed. “Steve!” I excl...aimed as I tried to cover myself. “I didn’t get my obligatory hug,” he remarked. I was speechless. “I... uh... I... uhm... I ...” The words just wouldn’t flow. “I am naked!” I extolled. “I see that,” he replied. Again, I couldn’t find the right order for my words. “I... uh... uhm... I...” I took a deep breath and forcefully exhaled. I had to calm. After a minute or two, his cock began to get harder in my hand. I ran my fingers up and down around his half erect cock before placing my mouth on the tip. Daddy let out a sigh when he felt my mouth against him.“Yeah,” I heard daddy say to whoever was talking to him on the phone. “I am fine, its nothing to worry about.”There were more words going on between daddy and whoever was on the phone, but I was to focused to pay attention to what they were. I made sure to put all of my attention into. Adam Conklin (his maternal grandfather's name) was the second alias he'd used since the killing. The first, Bradley Parker, was the name on a social security card he'd been given by a friendly and sympathetic deputy in Polk. It was the card of a homeless man found dead of exposure under a bridge near town. Adam only used it if he took a job where he had to fill out a job application, but he was always afraid they'd find out at some point that the SSN had been issued to a person now deceased.. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged it off, then kicked off his shoes. When his hands went to his waist, I stopped him. “I’ll help,” I said. I unbuttoned the fly, lowered the zipper. His pants started to sag, revealing the top band of his underwear and a bulge below. I pushed the pants aside and cupped the bulge, which was still growing. I pressed my face against the cloth, felt the heat within, smelled a not unpleasant muskiness. As I pressed my lips against the cloth, feeling his.