I knew the flannel nightgown was underneath. I recalled the first day we went out, her butt cheeks half visible beneath her skin-tight shorts. Believe... it or not, her flannel getup did more for me. Not that I would complain if she wore those shorts around me now.The garage was nice and warm. It had been a little cool when we got home, but having the heater on low had kept it from being freezing. Fifteen minutes on high and the room was very comfortable. There was a built in thermostat, so I set. She then sucked my balls and licked them gently. I grew impatient and just as I was about to force her she took the dick into her mouth and started sucking. Right in the middle of this the phone called. She answered and started talking. But I put my dick in her mouth and she continued to suck it, although slowly. She told her friend that she was home eating some excellent ice-cream. As she hung up I grabbed her long blond hair and forced her to go deepthroat on my dick. She protested at first. “Mr. Anderson. Are you okay?”“You’ve got to help me, Tony. Please. You’re my only hope.”Who am I? Obi-Wan?“What do you need, Mr. Anderson?”“I want to ... want to see my daughter. I’ve made such a crock of things. I just want to see my little girl and tell her that it’s all right. I was so stupid, Tony. I’m so sorry,” he said.“Hey. You know Melody loves you. Come on up to the lobby with me. She’ll be thrilled to see you.”“Not like this. She won’t even know me. That’s why I need your help. We. . I wanted a little time alone, so I had the pilot set down in a clearing a couple of miles from the ranch's eastern property line. I got out, sent him back to Langley with my thanks, and began walking.Trees to the right, trees to the left; occasional open areas broken by animal paths or small streams, dips or inclines in the landscape. Hard to tell for certain what direction I was walking in, compounded by the grey overcast sky that blocked the sun from view. Didn't matter to me. I knew where.