When I called him to say I'd be flying to Oklahoma, he sounded upset that I was rescheduling him. I was a little abrupt with him, telling him that I h...ad something more important that I needed to take care of. I didn't get into what that more important something could be.The flight to Oklahoma and back was pretty routine. Mrs. Pipkin had driven her daughters out to the airfield. She and I had a nice conversation while I waited for the plane to be refueled. She told me that she'd prayed for me. This was strictly a gay film; it had five guys doing every thing imaginable to each other. It was only an hour long but it was pretty good and it ended in a daisy chain,After it ended Cathy said that she wanted to watch John and I suck each other and for me to butt fuck John. John told me that Cathy really got off watching guys suck each other at the same time but her ultimate turn on was watching him get fucked in the ass. Who was I to deprive this lady from seeing her favorite sex acts? John. It wasn't a case of modesty, as I was informed of this by a very naked barely five-year-old.Sweet Connie came out about ten minutes later in one of her Sunday dresses, complete with her hair brushed and shiny patent leather shoes. She moved her small rocker around to face the front door and sat in the chair moving back and forth with a determined look on her face.As a single father parent, you learn early not to interrupt little girls when they are on a mission or when something's up. I had no. Then she started a guitar intro. The men behind her picked up on the key and the tempo and just sort of joined in as Liz nodded in appreciation.“She saw a picture of us together, our honeymoon in sunny weather,” she sang. “She couldn’t help but sigh. You looked so refined in your black tie from your flip-flops and the tie dyes. It seemed like a different guy.“She got the high school bleachers; I get the white doves and the preacher. She got picnics in the sand; I get the kids and the minivan..