That was until Forest walked into the outside, there was a photo with Jackson and a gun to his head, there was a note, the note had said; "Colton, you... killed my daughter, now I'm going to kill you".I crumpled up the photo, threw it to the ground and then spit. I looked at Jamie and Devon, who both looked at me. I began to speak."We move today, kill my parents tomorrow" I said as I walked back inside to grab my keys, and more ammo.We drove on, with dawn approaching, I pulled over the Hummer,. Harold had made his money in real estate development way back in the heady eighties. They’d been my neighbors when I bought the house, some two years ago. In those two years, we’d conversed occasionally when bumping into each other at the end of our drives.The seclusion and privacy of Beverly Hills was designed to discourage familiarity but I couldn’t help notice how Betty and Harold seemed to have classic cocktail parties three or four times a week, the big band music and babble of voices. "I have a guest coming over today and I'd like to look my best. There seem to still be stains all over my boots from the last time he was here. It's unacceptable. I want these boots to shine, so swallow the ashes and get to cleaning."Mistress stuck her left foot out, pointing out some of the spots that needed to be licked clean. She enjoyed her cigarette as I ran my tongue all over the smooth leather, licking at the dried cum. My mouth was dry by the time I finished but her boots looked. Okay now we all know that I know that thing is for more than xxxxxxx out of. So, I was educated early on the subject of human pleasure. [SIDEBAR] The thing about this xxxxxx is I dont feel bad about it I always figured I had the sex one up or equal to others. I was able to get my first pussy at thirteen and my mate loved to fuck so we fucked the shit out of each other. She told some of her friends and soon after I had just about fucked, sucked or been sucked by all the local sluts that I loved.