.. no wonder you’re still not married! You could use a woman’s touch, so could this place, in fact. What is this, the world’s most rustic bachel...or pad? Anyway, where’s David?” Alycen rambled, as if expecting Dan to know such things, let alone tell his brother’s bitchy wife.“Fuck if I know! Fuck if I care! Wherever Sasha and Trudy want to go or take him, I suppose,” Dan smirked now, waiting to see the impact of his words on the stupid cunt who had railroaded his brother.“Language, mister! Who. All of a sudden I felt my apron being lifted up. My wife was under the counter now, right in front of me. I leaned back and looked down. She looked up and put her finger across her lips to tell me to be quiet and act natural. I leaned back in, still talking to Nancy. She began to flirt with me only because she didn’t see my wife around. Then I felt my wife’s lips on my cock and a second later it was all the way in her mouth. She began sucking and playing with my balls hearing everything. All walking in sync. Athena was the first of them to go. Thething forced itself down her throat, for crying out loud! He'd been outon his daily walk--something the doctor told him he ought to do after alifetime of rolling under cars--when it happened. Some goddamn Illuminatitrick! They'd gotten her! They'd gotten the three of them! Holograms andbiological warfare, he thought. Absolutely monstrous. Still, he knew thekid liked her.Sumner was sprawled on the chair with his head back, unconscious. ”“Becky...” I groaned.“Ugh. I prefer not to think of my daughter in the middle of a day-long sexual escapade. But being a man you are riddled with filthy desires, and I doubt you could understand-”“Courtney wants Becky,” I gasped, my chest full of broken ribs. “She lusts for your daughter.”Rachel frowned. “I imagine that she does.” And then Dr. Rachel Finklestein laid down beside me, her achingly beautiful face inches away from my own. She played with her nipples casually as she spoke. “I knew.