I almost felt faint. I sat down on the couch out of fear that my legs would buckle from the weight of it all. That was the year that our son, Everett..., died. His life was cut short just before he had matured into a young man of twenty. ‘Too many dreams left unmanifested,’ I thought. I quickly shook myself away from thoughts that only lead to the threatening mires of moroseness. And so, like I always did, I changed my perception and embraced the swirl of energy as if Everett had again come to. I repeated this with each thigh for a couple times and each time I could see the juices glistening in her pussy and running down the crack of her ass.I saw that her nipples were hard and I gently got on the bed and knelt beside her head and shoulders. I played with her nipples by pinching and pulling them, getting harder each second. I was kneeling next to her head and I let my cock touch her lips and I ran the head up her neck to her lips. She opened her mouth and I slid the hard cock over her. I walked up to him and brushed my hairs, making sure to get a mist of water droplets from my hair to fall on him. He looked up irritated at first, but his expression changed when he saw me. He raised his arms up and I sat on his lap like always, while he hugged me.“What are you doing home at this hour daddy?” I asked him, as he brushed my wet hair aside.“Mom’s not here na” Mom had gone out on a trip with her friends- Ooty and Kodaikanal- for a week. “So, i thought i’d take you out to lunch. I wasn’t going to give up without a fight, and the moment I saw him react to a noise behind him, I was going to grab for the gun. I knew it might be the last thing I ever did, but if he didn’t kill me outright, I was going to do my best to end his miserable life before I died. I figured I owed Jackie that much.When it finally soaked into Leonard’s sluggish brain that the guy whose back he was staring at had killed Jackie, his eyes narrowed and he began to shake with rage. The shooter didn’t.