All I could do was desperately hang on to my sanity. I kept myself busy packing, getting rid of things, saying good-bye to our first little home.Where... could I go? My parents were now in a retirement community, and had no room for me. My sister was nearly a thousand miles away in Montana. Ron's mother called me when she learned what had happened, and I cried into the phone, ignoring the long-distance expense. She invited me to come stay with them.It was a 350 mile trip by Greyhound, taking all. My mom shifted on her knees, her large tits swaying. She stroked the girl's legs as she leaned her head down. I groaned and ripped off my shirt, aching to enjoy this.Cherry whimpered as my mom took a lick up her slit. I kicked off my shoes watching the eighteen-year-old girl shiver as my mom licked and lapped at her pussy. It was such a naughty thing to behold. Mom licked again. I could just see her pink tongue flutter against the tight, virginal slit.“Ooh, wow, that feels incredible, Hank,”. Those have just sort of crept in there. I can finally picture every part of my life now. There were always gaps before. I could see where my professional life should go and I started to work toward it. My personal life was not as easy. It was hazy. I knew what I wanted ... a nice husband, a houseful of kids ... it was just getting started that always gave me problems.“Then ... you. A few of the gaps started to fill in once we spent time together. It’s been three weeks and we’ve barely spent a. Just turn it on, make a random call or two so the number showed up in the system and when the feds showed up, and use it to set off the bomb.I knew I was daydreaming about the possible scenarios, but to me they made sense. This had been the first attack of this type in the area, the first in the US that I knew of and at Washington's back door. What a way to make a statement.The FBI and Homeland did at least have an edge to go on. The three explosive vests should give them plenty of clues, plus.