We talked about the "good ol' days" and all the things we did as a family together. My former wife was a huge fan of spoiling the c***d and not sparin...g the rod so to speak. I couldn't help but think about him and her as my cock twitched in my jeans. He said he was feeling it too as his girlfriend hadn't given him any in almost two weeks. I felt horrible for him.So I did what any good-hearted person would do, I walked back to his dorm with him, hung a sock on the door knob and proceeded to shuck. We’ll leave really early and should be back to our apartment by tomorrow night,” I told her.The four of us spent most of the remainder of the day hanging out with dad and talking over what had happened at the estate. We also showed him the Quitclaim Deeds, and Roy explained about them. We left them with dad who would keep them in his vault while we were away.We were up early again the next morning, Saturday the 20th, and prepared to leave following a big breakfast. The entire family was there. No, Brooke, I'd say that if Ray is looking at your pictures, he must be holding his hard cock in his hand." Scott Fuller, what a thing to say to your wife!" She exclaimed, pretending to be cross with him. "Did you send him a text message along with the photos?" She asked.Oh, oh, thought Scott. I may be in deep shit, he said to himself not remembering exactly what he had written but recalling that it might look like he and Ray were conspirators. "Yes, I dropped him a short cover note and told. She held her breath that she didn't hit a squeaky board. Wrapping her shaking hands around it, she started to move silently around so that it would best catch him by surprise. She wouldn't think of stabbing him but she would certainly hit him across the head.That's when she heard it. It was soft but it was there.A giggle.It wasn't much but it was definite. A soft little feminine laugh.Leigha froze in place."Are you sure you want me to let you go?" Dusty's voice was starting to crack a.