Sucking His Cock:>>9

"We're looking at Juneau, Alaska. Large city, local university, state capitol, not easily accessible so not a tourist place other than the tour ships. Is it possible to get a new birth certificate for either of us, and a certificate of marriage?"

"If Gail will be attending university she'll need a transcript from high school. I have hacked our school system so many times it's almost like my computer is linked to their server. What I would suggest is me downloading her transcript after graduation, then replacing her name with what will be on the new birth certificate. I won't change grades, but I've done this with other transcripts, so I know it works."

"How will you be able to rename her with her present social security number?"

"I won't, I'll find the number of someone who's been deceased 70 or 80 years. No one will ever question it, done it a half dozen times. I'll keep her first name, just put a new last name on the transcript and birth certificate. That way, you can have different last names for the marriage certificate, while she has what is supposedly her maiden name on the transcript. It works Mr. Williams, I've done this before."

"What kind of cost and time frame are we talking about?"

"Two weeks for the certificates, and within a week after graduation the transcript, which I'll print on official school letterhead. Her original transcript will exist on the school server under her present name, nothing will be done to alarm anyone. As for cost, that package is usually $4000, but since Gail has always been kind to me I'll do it for $3500."

I had tears in my eyes, dad was astonished at the young man's abilities and confidence. Dad asked him to bring samples the next time we met.

"Sir, I'll do better than that, let me get my laptop out of the car."

Within ten minutes we were looking at the Department of Commerce documents we would need. Waiting to be down loaded and printed. Dad was impressed to say the least.

"Kevin, I don't want you to take a cut. In fact, this is so important to us that I'm going to pay you $5000 if you can do one more thing. I'd like you to photo shop our faces into a wedding picture, so we have something to hang on the wall for visitors. I'll find the picture, and we'll take care of our head shots if you'll do the rest."

"Deal, except when you find the veil she wants, bring it to me, I'll take your pictures, then I'll have what I need. Easier that way, and I'll have that the same time as her transcript."

Dad spoke, "Kevin you must have a nice nest egg with the extra money you make on these documents. Is $4000 down and the balance when complete equitable for you?"

"Actually sir, most of it goes to pay mom's medical bills. She's dying and has probably a year or so to live. She thinks I make the money through legitimate means on my computer."

With a down payment in Kevin's hand we were on the way to spending our lives together as husband and wife. The next morning, we headed for Indianapolis to find a wedding veil. We'd been to three different shops before I found what I wanted. Sunday afternoon we scoured the internet looking for a wedding picture sort of matching our heights and builds. With that web address we contacted Kevin for a Tuesday night shoot. Kevin's mom had been a hair dresser by trade, she would take care of my hair and the veil.

Monday I was back in jeans and blouse as I headed to school. My close friend Carrie asked where I'd been during spring break. I told her we'd gone to Scotland to visit far removed relatives we'd recently learned of, mentioning we might move there after school where I would attend the University at Edinburgh.

That was the very moment things were set in motion to move away. Dad and I were still very active in the bedroom, but not every night as it had been. We were engrossed in finishing plans for our move. We looked at a lot of real estate in Juneau online, reaching the conclusion we would rent for 6 months and look for something to buy after we got there. There had been three couples view our home, two had made offers to purchase, now it was up to them to decide who wanted it more. Activity on the business was not as brisk.

Graduation was upon us. Kevin completed what he agreed to do, and the business received a genuine offer the week of graduation. I wanted to be gone the day after I graduated, dad told me to be patient, it was almost over. Within a week of receiving an offer on the business dad agreed to the sale price. Closing would take at least 3 to 4 weeks, dad decided we should move, then he would return to take care of the closing.

We sold the house, getting more than we had listed it for, both vehicles were sold, the car buyer agreeing to wait until the morning we left to pick them for a $500 discount. Beyond momentos, pictures, and personal items there was nothing we wanted, deciding to purchase new furniture and appliances in Alaska. We wanted to start fresh as much as possible, why drag older stuff that far.

Dad contracted for the '41 to be transported in an enclosed car hauler and would be stored in Seattle until we could have it delivered in Juneau. I said my goodbyes to the few I'd been close with, telling them we were moving to Scotland. We packed what clothing and other items we were taking, rented a truck, loaded it and were gone.

As soon as we were 25 miles away I asked, "Can I daddy?" He knew what I meant and nodded yes. Immediately I took the rings out of my purse, putting them on vowing to never go without them again. With our marriage certificate and other official documents in hand we were on the way to a new life. We drove until 7, stopping for the night, registering as husband and wife. Once we were checked in we walked a block down the street to a Perkins for some supper.

I insisted on sitting next to my husband in the booth. The waitress pointed out there'd be more room sitting across from each other. I stuck my hand out proclaiming we were newlyweds. That settled that.

Dad felt bad it wasn't much of a honeymoon dinner. I didn't mind, we would have a lifetime to enjoy supper together in less than a week. By the time we reached the room it was approaching 9 o'clock. I slipped into the bathroom first, exiting in panties and a cute yellow baby doll top. Daddy held me as we kissed and fondled.

"There isn't time to shower daddy, but go wash up, we need to make love."

My husband walked out of the bathroom naked with a full erection. When I saw it I squealed with delight, sliding my panties down and flopping on the bed, spread eagle. Daddy licked me to a quick orgasm and wasted no time climbing between my legs.

He told me that as much as he'd been between my legs the past two months, he still marveled at this beautiful young thing beneath him, ready to take every inch he had and still want more the next day.

In Seattle we contracted with a mover to put our belongings in a POD and deliver them in Juneau. After turning in the rental truck a cab delivered us to the airport for a late afternoon flight into Juneau. Dad had booked a hotel and rental car online, ready and waiting for us upon arrival. With the help of the GPS on my phone we found the place by 6. After check in it was a quick drive around the area, stopping at Luigi's for a baked pasta dish, which was very tasty. It was sleep, that night, lots of nights for fucking ahead.

Within three days we had found a reasonably priced suite to rent by the week, giving us a place to rest and sleep as we searched for an apartment. We finally settled on a town house near the university with a two car garage, owned by a military guy who was returning in 8 months, it worked out perfect for us. It was time to get me enrolled in college. Just as Kevin had predicted, everything went smooth as peanut butter. Closing on the business had gone slower than anticipated, which meant dad was going to have to return later than planned.

School had started, and it was already mid-September when dad had to leave. I thought I saw one of my professors going into a unit several doors down, thinking he must live there. I had mentioned to dad before he left that I thought the guy was kind of creepy and wished I wasn't in his class. Being safety minded, knowing he'd be gone at least a week, dad had security cameras installed at the front and back doors. Both having audio as well as video capability.

In class the professor pursued me cautiously, but made sure he rubbed against me, or made subtle innuendos as to my sex life. He had called me into his office and wanted to close the door, I said I was leaving, so he backed down. Because I was paranoid about him I had begun turning my digital recorder on any time he would speak to me. I had recorded him telling me I was probably not getting my needs met being married to an older man. I told him he was wrong and when I brought up him being married, he told me he and his wife had an open relationship.

While dad was gone the professor was at my door every night. I was able to see who it was and never opened the door. Upon dad's return he watched the video and contemplated how to handle it without affecting me. There was a get together that Saturday evening for that class, nothing fancy, drinks and finger foods at the professors.

During greetings dad couldn't help but notice the guy was ogling me, trying to schmooze and make conversation with me. I never left dad's side or let go of his arm. During the evening the profs wife made her way around the room. When she got to us, she wondered if we were Ed and Gail, the newlyweds, we concurred. She wished us well, I wanted to ask her one question.

"How do you two stay so much in love when you have an open marriage?"

"What are you talking about, open marriage?"

I played the recording for her, dad handed her a CD to look at, and see for herself that her husband was harassing me all the while he was gone. She walked directly to her husband proclaiming loudly, "Since when do we have an open marriage you cheating son of a bitch?"

Dad looked at me, "Shall we go dear?"

(In the days that followed several girls and women came forward after his infidelity was made known, he was terminated immediately for sexual harassment.)

We chuckled all the way to the car. We had bought a Honda Civic for me and Honda Pilot for dad. Both used a few years, both local trade-is and both low mileage. Not knowing what the winters would be like we thought at least one of our vehicles should be all wheel drive. By the time the guy we were renting from returned we had found a three bedroom, two car garage house not too far from campus and purchased it.