His Daddy's Car - Part One Of The Brandt Family SeriesChapter 5: Saturday free porn video

Katie awoke and knew she was alone. She rolled over and felt the indentation in Bobby’s pillow where he had laid his head, and smiled as she remembered the romantic events of last night and how soundly she had slept in his arms. She missed him.

Sliding out of bed, she put on a pair of cotton pajama bottoms and then chose Bobby’s polo shirt from yesterday instead of the top that matched her bottoms. It was far too large for her, but it would be under her robe anyway, and she just wanted to feel him next to her in some fashion this morning.

She found Bobby in the kitchen fixing French toast, hash browns, and bacon while JR hovered around and assisted with whatever Bobby requested of him. Bobby was wearing the gym shorts and t-shirt he had set out last night, and Katie noticed the “pager” clipped to his waistband.

“Is everyone else still asleep?” she asked as she melted into Bobby’s back, hugging him from behind.

JR answered before Bobby, “Yep. Bobby and I decided to start breakfast so everyone else wouldn’t feel rushed once they finally wake up.”

Katie turned and hugged JR, “I’m proud of you, JR. Your courtesy for your guests reflects well on you as a host. Although recruiting one of your guests to cook the breakfast may take points away.”

JR looked puzzled. “I’m sorry Bobby; I guess I never considered you a guest. You just seem to belong like part of the family.”

Bobby patted JR on the shoulder and said, “That’s just the way I would want you to think of me JR.”

“I like thinking of Bobby that way too, JR, so you’re off the hook on recruiting him,” said Katie. “Now while I jump in and help Bobby, would you please go upstairs and collect all the popcorn bowls and any other dishes from the great room?”

“Sure Mom.”

After JR left the kitchen, Katie took the spatula out of Bobby’s hand, turned him to face her, threw her arms around his shoulders and said, “You have one very frustrated girlfriend buster. I had plans for you this morning.”

Bobby kissed her forehead and patted her bottom. “Maybe you shouldn’t have slept so late then.”

She moved her hand between their bodies and found her objective in his gym shorts. “If I knew I was sleeping with Farmer Ted, who woke with the roosters, I would have set an alarm.”

Bobby countered her by placing his hands on her breasts and squeezing gently. “Well, you can always go ahead and start on your breakfast before the others get down so that you are suitably nourished for any frustration relief that may be due to you. Not saying that any is due you, but I’m offering you the opportunity to prepare just in case.”

She nibbled on his earlobe as she whispered, “My promise for this morning is that I am going to ball your brains out whether you like it or not.”

Bobby chuckled and was preparing to reply when they heard Jason, Frances, and Joey following JR back downstairs. When the group entered the kitchen, Katie was just getting a plate out of the cupboard and preparing to serve herself some of the breakfast Bobby had prepared. Frances insisted on taking over for Bobby so he could eat with Katie and JR.

JR and Joey prepared plates for themselves and joined Katie at the table. Before Bobby could start serving himself, Kirby knocked on the window of the kitchen door to get Bobby’s attention, and then motioned for him to come outside. Bobby left his plate on the counter and went to see what Kirby had to say.

“Morning Kirby, join us for breakfast?”

Kirby shook his head and said, “No thanks, the guys were nice enough to share their grub with me. It made me feel like I was back in the Corp,” he said with a smile. “I just wanted to let you know that the contacts you set in motion have been calling me all morning asking what we needed from them. I have already asked the NSA to reposition the drone to cover the park and ball fields starting one hour prior to the game. The exposure in coverage for the house is being addressed through increased ground surveillance with the help of the local DEA task force and some ATF agents in town for a seminar.”

“Do you need anything further from me this morning?” asked Bobby.

“No. As I understand it, everyone except Mr. and Mrs. Harper will be going to the game, so we’ll keep a suitable presence at the house, but the major deployment will be focused on transporting everyone else to the game and securing the area around the park. I don’t foresee any issues, and if they do come up, we have enough in reserve to respond accordingly.”

“Good, then I’m going to go finish my breakfast. Holler if you need anything.”

Kirby nodded, “Enjoy.”

Katie saw Bobby heading back into the kitchen and had a plate filled for him before he closed the back door. She handed it to him, kissed him on the lips and whispered, “Don’t dawdle.” She then turned and walked out of the kitchen towards the stairs.

Jason and Frances had been joined at the table by Katie’s parents. Bobby took a seat at the table but didn’t join in their conversation. He focused on eating and had cleaned his plate within minutes. As he rose to take his dishes into the kitchen Mrs. Harper said, “Leave that Bobby. I’ll handle the cleanup this morning so that you all can get ready for the baseball game.”

Bobby set the dishes back on the table and said “Thanks, Mrs. Harper.” He then proceeded up the stairs to Katie’s bedroom.

When Bobby entered the bedroom, Katie had just finished spreading the comforter from the bed onto the floor. Bobby closed and locked the door, then turned to her and asked, “Something wrong with the bed?”

Katie was taking off her robe as she answered, “For what I have planned for you, I thought the bed might be too noisy. We don’t want to scare our guests, do we?” She pulled Bobby’s polo shirt off and quickly dropped her pajama bottoms and kicked them aside.

Bobby pulled his t-shirt off as he walked towards Katie’s prodding finger coaxing him closer. When he stepped onto the comforter, Katie knelt and pulled his gym shorts to the floor in one motion. Before Bobby had completely stepped out of them, she had captured his semi-erection in her mouth.

When Katie was satisfied with the results of her handiwork, she pulled her mouth off Bobby, turned around onto her hands and knees, gazed back at Bobby over her shoulder and said, “You. In me. Now.”

Bobby knelt behind her and as he moved into position, Katie reached between them and guided him inside her. She was pushing back against him immediately, and then began her own motions at the pace that would quickly build her desires, and his.

“Give me your thumb,” she said in a panting voice.

Bobby reached forward and allowed her to suck his thumb into her mouth. She lavished his digit with her tongue and lips for several minutes as she continued to move against him. His finger was soaked with her saliva when she released it from her mouth. She grabbed his hand and directed it to her lower abdomen, trying to position his thumb where she wanted it. Bobby understood her objective and needed no further directions. He used her saliva to lubricate his downward stroke, and then proceeding further between her legs, he used her juices to lubricate his upward stroke. He replaced his thumb with two of his other fingers and used them to lightly trap and squeeze her little man in the boat on each subsequent trip. Katie had grabbed the comforter in front of her and pulled it into her mouth to stifle her screams of pleasure.

Katie exploded beneath him. Her body shook and trembled around Bobby as the most powerful orgasm of her life tore through her. Bobby remained inside her but halted his own movements as Katie’s body sought the release it craved. After what seemed like several minutes, Katie regained conscious thought and some semblance of bodily control. She once again started moving back and forth against Bobby inside her.

Panting she said to Bobby, “I don’t want you to finish inside of me.” When Bobby stopped moving, she giggled to herself and thought “Maybe his ability to read my needs isn’t as omnipotent as I thought.”

“Bobby, I want to taste you. Please,” she pleaded. Bobby stroked her back and continued moving as his acknowledgment of her request.

As they both sensed his impending climax, Bobby withdrew from Katie and she instantly spun around and captured him once again in her mouth. She looked up at Bobby as her tongue caressed him and her hands stroked him to completion. She didn’t swallow until he was deflating in her mouth and she had released him from her lips. Bobby could see her tongue moving inside her closed lips as she continued to stare into his eyes, and then she swallowed twice.

Smacking her lips, she said, “That was rather pleasurable. What did you think?”

“I think you kept your promise and now I am no longer capable of salient thoughts.”

She giggled and pulled him down onto the comforter on top of her. “I always thought you were too smart for your britches. Now I know how to level the intellectual playing field between us.”

They kissed with wanton passion for several minutes before Katie broke it off and led him to the shower. When they finished washing each other, they rinsed and dried before setting out to get their clothes on. While Katie finished with her hair, Bobby made the bed and replaced the comforter. He was sitting in the chair tying his shoes when she came out of the bathroom. She didn’t have her contacts in or her glasses on.

“I want to dye my hair back to its original color this afternoon before we have our talk with JR.”

“I don’t have any problem with that,” Bobby said. “What do you need to accomplish it?”

“I can pick up what I need while we are in La Vernia after the game. I’m sure my mom will insist on helping me when we get home.”

Bobby stood and kissed her before saying, “Then it sounds like a plan. Let’s go.”

They went downstairs where Jason, Frances, Joey, and JR were all waiting for them.

“So, what are the transportation plans?” asked Katie.

“Frances and I have to stop by the house on the way, so if you guys want to take the boys with you, we can meet you there,” said Jason.

Bobby said, “Okay, we’ll take my truck and see you there. Come on team, let’s go win one.”

The boys hooped and hollered as they ran out to Bobby’s truck. Bobby opened the door and helped Katie into the front passenger seat before opening the back quad cab doors for JR and Joey. He stowed their baseball gear in the bed of the truck, and then climbed in behind the wheel.

Fifteen uneventful minutes later, they had reached the baseball field and the boys were tossing balls around with other members of their team while waiting for the game to begin. Katie was seated in the bleachers wearing sunglasses, so none of the other parents she spoke with recognized the change in her eye color. Bobby was chatting with the coach from the team they would be playing and the game umpire when Jason walked up and joined them.

“Looks like the whole team showed up for the last game. I shouldn’t be surprised because they all want the trophy that gets handed out afterward,” Jason lamented. “Maybe I should give a trophy for attending practices and see if that motivates more of them to show up regularly.”

Once the game started, Katie split her time between watching her son on the field, Bobby helping Jason coach in the dugout, and chatting with other parents in the bleachers. It wasn’t until the second inning before she realized that she hadn’t seen Frances. She looked around the bleachers to see if she may have taken a seat someplace else but didn’t see her. Katie wondered what would have kept her from the game. A woman and what Katie assumed was her husband took seats on the bleachers beside Katie. She didn’t know them so she thought they might be there to support the other team.

Romanof drove the van at the posted speed limit. He had heard of the notorious Texas speed traps, and from what he could see with all the marked police cars out on the roads, the rumors were true.

In the rear of the van, he had his planned complement of five men. They had sound suppressed weapons at the ready, and the restraints that they were anticipating to need stored in two duffle bags.

He turned the van onto the entrance street for the subdivision and saw that the waste containers from yesterday were still blocking large portions of the street. There was also a large cement pumper truck blocking the road a bit farther down as it prepared to pour concrete for a new driveway. When he brought the van to a stop one of the men at the pumper truck walked up to his driver’s side window. Romanof rolled the window down.

“Sorry to hold you up. We’re trying to find a position for the concrete pumper that doesn’t block the road but still allows us to get the crap where we need it,” said the concrete guy.

“Can’t you pull onto the property itself?” asked Romanof

“Naw, we’ve tried that before and the sandy soil is too soft. The truck gets stuck and we need a tow truck to pull it back onto the street. I assume you have a flower delivery in the neighborhood?”

Romanof was driving a florist delivery truck, so this was a reasonable assumption for the man to make. “Yes, and several others to make after this one. How much longer do you think you’ll have the road blocked?”

“Hard to tell, but it could be a half-hour or more at this rate. What is the address you’re delivering to? It might be faster for you to park here and walk your delivery in.”

Romanof looked at the printed map on the seat next to him, though he knew the address by heart. “128 Forest Meadow. Looks to be about a half-mile down the first street on the right...”

“That address sounds familiar... 128... 128. Hey is that the Reid house? We poured the concrete for their culvert right after their house was built. I drove by it again this morning and was admiring the landscaping job they have done in their yard. Best looking in the neighborhood if you ask me.”

Romanof looked at his papers as if checking them for the name, “That’s the one. Delivery for Frances Reid.”

“Oh man, I sure hope the flowers are not in condolence or sympathy for something. The Reids are nice folks.”

“Order says they are from her husband for their anniversary,” Romanof added. He didn’t notice the large dump truck that had rounded the corner behind him and was now effectively blocking any possible retreat.

The concrete guy looked to be in thought for a minute and then said, “Hey, let me see if any of the guys who have parked beyond the pumper might be able to give you a ride down to the Reid’s house.” He started walking away, speaking into his walkie talkie before Romanof could decline his suggestion.

Bobby was sitting in the dugout coaching JR on the opposing team’s pitcher when his cell phone rang. He patted JR on his cap and then walked out of the dugout to take the call from Kirby.

“Bobby, are you near Jason right now?” Kirby asked as soon as the call was answered.

“He’s close by,” Bobby said.

“I need you to verify our profile data on him and Frances. Can you get him to confirm that their wedding anniversary is February 14th?”

“I don’t need Jason for that. I was at their wedding. I can confirm that their anniversary is Valentine’s Day,” Bobby said as he glanced around the bleachers for his sister.

Kirby said “Okay. Have the Reids stay put after the game until they hear from me...”

Bobby interrupted him, “Hold on...” Bobby walked back to the dugout and approached Jason.

“Jason, where is Franc?”

Jason broke his concentration away from the game, “When we stopped by the house, she had a message that they needed her to work at the hospital today, so she was going to throw in a load of laundry and then drive her own car here. She’ll need to head to the hospital right after the game.”

Bobby returned to Kirby on his phone, “Frances is on her own, most likely at her house. Get someone on her now.”

“Crap” moaned Kirby. “I need to run...” and he ended the call with Bobby and immediately called on his radio. “Parker, get someone to the Reid house immediately and secure Frances Reid.” Kirby knew that her car had not left the neighborhood because they had the only entry or exit route currently blocked.

He then addressed his roadblock team lead. “Looks like we have a bogie. Let’s light ‘em up.”

Frances was just moving the last of her load of laundry from the washer to the dryer when she felt herself being lifted and carried out of her house over someone’s shoulder.

“We’ve been ordered to evacuate you, Mrs. Reid,” said the man carrying her. Before she could form a question, she was placed into the back seat of a Suburban and the vehicle was immediately speeding down the street back to the Freeman Estate.

Kirby received the report on Frances and then gave his roadblock assault team the ‘GO’ command. The man who had been conversing with the driver of the van walked back towards the front of the vehicle, but rather than coming directly to the side window, he paused at the front left quarter panel and held up what Romanof thought was a camera. Romanof never had a chance to react before the dazzler left him blinded and disoriented. He felt like he had been clubbed over the head, yet nothing had touched him.

The men hidden in the back of the van were shielded from the effects of the dazzler through the front windshield, but they could not escape the same fate as Romanof when the side door was thrown open and the sun seemed to explode inside the van.

Kirby received the ‘Clear’ acknowledgments from his team, and then he called Bobby back on his cell phone.

“Frances is secure and we have six gift-wrapped packages awaiting your shipping instructions,” he reported to Bobby.

“Thanks, Kirby. Expect a call from someone named Rick Acosta in a few minutes to coordinate the delivery of your presents. I have a few things to handle here, so call me if anything else comes up.”

Bobby disconnected the call, walked out of the dugout and looked up to Katie in the stands. He blew her a kiss and then tapped his right ear with two fingers. Katie clearly understood the blown kiss, but the ear tap confused her.

The two teams were changing positions on the field when Katie heard the lady on her right as she put her hand to her own ear and said to her husband, “We’re on.” At first, Katie thought the words were in reference to the baseball game, but she noticed a lot of sudden movement around her. Another husband and wife couple who had been sitting a few rows behind her decided to move down to sit on the bench directly behind her. At the same time, two other couples moved up the bleachers from where they had been sitting below Katie. One couple sat on her left side, and the other couple sat on the bench in front of her.

“Hi, Miss Harper.” Katie’s heart almost jumped into her throat. The lady on her right seemed to know who she was. Katie turned to her in obvious surprise.

“My name is Gail Bennet, and this is my husband Sam. We are former Secret Service agents now assigned to you and your son’s protective detail, as are the other couples currently surrounding you. I don’t want to alarm you, but we have received word that there is an ongoing event close to your home, that while currently under control, may require your evacuation at some point. We didn’t want to startle you further if we needed to suddenly whisk you someplace safe.”

“Is everyone okay? Are my parents safe? Oh god!” Katie suddenly realized, “Where’s Frances?”

“Everyone is safe and they’re going to stay that way. Trust me. I was just asked by Mr. Brandt to introduce my team to you and give you an update.”

“Thanks,” Katie said. “You mentioned that you were protecting me and JR, but you meant me, JR and Bobby, right?”

Gail smiled at her and said, “Our assignments are you and your son. Mr. Brandt is not included in our orders.”

Katie gasped and said, “Bobby can’t be left unprotected. He’s in as much danger as anyone else over this.”

Gail Bennet’s response was a surprise to Katie, but upon reflection, she knew it shouldn’t have been.

“Everyone knows that you don’t mess with Bobby Brandt.”

Bobby placed another call on his cell phone from the dugout.

“Acosta,” was the greeting when the call was answered.

“Get in touch with Kirby Wallace to coordinate the delivery to your team of six new guests. Let me know when you have them in place and prepared.” Bobby then ended the call.

He stepped back out of the dugout and looked to Katie in the bleachers. She was surrounded by her protective detail and chatting with Gail Bennet. She turned and saw Bobby watching her, smiled at him and waved. She then blew him a kiss and went back to her conversation with Gail.

Bobby turned and scanned the western horizon. He saw the two Air Force Special Forces helicopters circling at a distance and was reassured that reinforcements were seconds away if they should become necessary.

JR and Joey’s team won their final game by a score of 2-0. After the trophies were handed out to each of the players and one final team photo was taken, all the boys started finding their parents for the trips to their respective homes.

Bobby asked Joey to go with JR and Katie while he spoke to his dad. Pulling Jason back into the dugout, Bobby started to fill him in on what had happened.

“I don’t want this to sound like a lecture or anything Jason, but you and Frances need to take the current situation much more seriously.”

At these words, Jason finally realized that Frances had never made it to the game. “Good point. I better call Frances and see what’s keeping her.”

Bobby put his hand on Jason’s arm to stop him from raising his cell phone. “She was forcibly evacuated from your home by Parker more than an hour ago. She’s fine and waiting for you and Joey at the Harper house.”

Jason moved to get past Bobby to head to his SUV. Bobby stopped him. “Let me explain what happened first so you can help explain it to her when you see her.”

Jason stopped and listened to Bobby relating the details, “At approximately 11 AM a flower delivery van entered the subdivision with what appeared to be a lone male driver. Kirby had positioned a concrete pumper truck across the road to prevent any unauthorized vehicles from getting near yours or the Harper’s houses. During a conversation with what the driver thought was one of the concrete work crew; he revealed that he was supposed to deliver flowers to Frances from you for your anniversary. This set off warning flags with Kirby and he had his team assault the van where they captured a total of six heavily armed men. No one was injured, and the six men are currently being dealt with by my other team to see what intelligence we might be able to get out of them, but initial indications are that they intended to commandeer your house and to use it as a staging point for a subsequent attack against the Harper estate.”

Jason had turned white. “Is Kirby certain that he got the entire group ... that there weren’t more than six, maybe in another vehicle?”

“No one is sure of anything right now, which is why these six are going to be valuable to us in the short-term. Now, Katie and the boys are waiting for us, so let’s head back to the Harper’s. I suggest that you explain what happened to Frances and I encourage all of you to move into the Harper house until things settle down. Can JR ride with you? I promised Katie we would stop at the drug store before heading back.”

“Of course,” said Jason.

Gail Bennet and her husband led the procession that included another security couple directly behind her, followed by Jason’s SUV, and then two more couples in separate cars bringing up the rear. The escort would break off when they reached the entry to the sub-division, but no other vehicle would get close to their charges along the way.

Bobby opened the door to his pick-up and helped Katie climb into her seat. He then went to his seat and turned to ask her, “Will the Rexall in town have what you want for your hair?”

“They should. Thanks for remembering.”

They drove the few short blocks and pulled into the parking lot for the drug store. Bobby opened Katie’s door for her and they walked into the store holding hands. While they walked the aisles looking for the hair coloring section, Katie said, “I should call the house to see if my parents or Frances want me to pick up anything for them while we’re here.”

“Good idea. Let me know if you want help once you find out.”

While Katie spoke with her mom and Frances, Bobby wandered the aisle they were already on. He noticed a rack of condoms and wondered if he should discuss the need for birth control with Katie. She saw him standing in front of the display, and without interrupting her phone conversation, she simply smiled at him and shook her head, mouthing the word, “No”. Bobby then spotted a bottle of warming massage oil and held it up for Katie to see. This time her smile was accompanied by an enthusiastic nod of her head, so he kept hold of it.

Katie ended her call and walked over to Bobby. As she took the bottle from him to examine it, she said, “I like the way you think buster. We better get a basket or cart because I have a list of other things to pick up.”

“I’ll be right back,” said Bobby as he walked to the front of the store to get a basket.

When he returned, he found Katie examining different brands and shades of hair coloring. She selected one, put it in the basket, and then took Bobby’s hand and led him to the next aisle.

“So why did you say ‘no’ to the condoms?” asked Bobby.

Katie stopped them in the middle of the aisle, put her arms around his neck, brushed her lips against his and replied, “Because in case you haven’t noticed buster, you’re in possession of some prime breeding stock...” she rubbed the front of her body against his and continued “ ... and I intend to make sure that you get your money’s worth.”

“Why do I suddenly feel like I’m being put out to stud? I feel so used,” he chuckled.

“The first time you complain, I’ll consider lessening my demands on you. Mind you, I said I would ‘consider’. No promises in that regard.” Sliding her hand into the back pocket of his pants, they continued their shopping.

When they were back in Bobby’s truck and heading towards her house he asked, “Have you given any thought to how you wanted to approach things with JR?”

“Yes, I have, but I’d like your thoughts on it too. I’m inclined to dye my hair back to its original color, and then sit him down with the photo albums you gave me. I think he’ll figure it out on his own who his father is, and then look to us for answers as to what happened, and of course what the future brings. I can cover the past, but he’ll need both of us to discuss the future.”

“I think you’re right that he’ll figure it out, but are you concerned about how he’ll react?”

“Not really. I know he’ll be confused about why you haven’t been in his life, but I think we can satisfy him with the truthful explanation. He gets his smarts from my side of the family after all.”

“Ouch,” said Bobby, but he didn’t disagree with her.

He went on, “You haven’t asked about what happened today.”

“I trust you to tell me what you can when you can. If there was still an issue, I’m sure you would have made me aware.”

“I would, but just so you know, Jason and Franc screwed up today and it could have been really ugly if Kirby hadn’t been on his toes. They’re likely to feel bad about what they did, so I wanted you to be prepared.”

“So, tell me what happened”

Bobby explained the fake flower delivery attempt.

“Frances must feel horrible.”

“That’s why I wanted you to know.”

Turning into the sub-division, they saw Kirby talking with a half-dozen construction workers who were standing around a flower delivery van. When Bobby slowed his truck next to them, Kirby approached Katie’s’ window and she rolled it down.

Bobby leaned over towards Katie’s window and laughed as he told Kirby, “I need to get a picture of all those construction workers hanging around a flower delivery truck. I’m sure I could make a mint selling it to FTD or 1-800Flowers for them to use in their advertising.”

Katie and Kirby both laughed.

Bobby took a more serious tone, “Good job Kirby. Have you gotten Gail Bennet and her team settled someplace?”

Kirby nodded. “Yep, I was waiting to run the plan by you...”

Bobby interrupted him, “You don’t need my approval, Kirby. You’re in complete command of the defensive component of our operation.”

“Thanks, Bobby, but it wasn’t operational approval I was looking for. I wanted to make sure you were on board with my plan because of the family involvement.”

“Go on,” said Bobby.

“Frances and Jason have three spare bedrooms; one on the ground floor and two more upstairs. They have offered to have three of the protective couples as their guests. This would allow them to return to their home, keep the protective detail closer than the nearest motel in Floresville, and allow the Reids to feel they are contributing something to the operation. We can leave the fourth couple in the motel to act as liaisons with the locals, who are all operating out of the Wilson County Justice Center across the street from the motel.”