John, who had his arm around his wife, spoke up. "I want to just forget the whole thing. Betty and I think it may have been a disgruntled client that ...did this to us. We have collaborated on several large properties and the sales often fall through. This is the only thing we can think of. You can't believe what the kidnappers said was going to happen to us. They told us we were headed for Mexico and that Betty was to be sold to a whorehouse that serviced some drug cartel. I was going to be sold. Dad lay down with his head in Mom’s lap and most of his body on the mattress in the space between the seats. Joan got shotgun as long as I was driving. Mom wasn’t going to make her be a pillow for Dad.I hit I-69 south and had to deal with traffic around Indianapolis. Then it was flat out on I-70 west. Because I was in a different timeline, it didn’t feel flat out to V1. In my other life, I’d have pushed the speed up close to eighty and locked in the cruise control. The speed limit on Indiana. He didn't look to see if his wife was coming, but the creak of the suspension followed by the metal-bending slam of the door let him know she was behind him. He shoved his hand in his pocket and pressed the lock on his key.As he approached the entrance, he pulled his wallet out and readied his ID. From behind him, he heard his wife sneer, "Look at the strip club pro." Max marveled to himself that he'd put up with her this long. He tried to imagine how he'd done it, but was more stunned that he. With absolutely NO finesse she stabbed her tongue into Misti's warm, wet hole. She had only, in the past, tasted her own pussy juice, mixed with a guy's cum, when she had sucked their dicks after they had fucked her. This was much, MUCH sweeter, and just a tiny bit salty. She decided that this was so much better. The thought came suddenly that maybe her and Sharon could do this while Dave watched. He would probably enjoy watching his wife and his sister eating each others pussies. That could.