Men who were,equally clearly, deeply unhappy and tortured by things beyond theirken. Men without purpose living in sad lost worlds where there is nolo...e. Is this because these pour souls could not give love when theywere lucky enough to find it? I do not know. Maybe they never found it.They were stories (I now realize) that never conveyed the true wonderof giving yourself to someone as I have. Well, let's not be too modest,I realized it then too. They weren't... complete. They made me sad, butI. "What the hell?" "Careful, sweetheart, don't want anything happening to those beautiful legs, or that great ass," he says. My head snaps back to see who it is. It's Lucas Kingston's son."Hello, Mrs. Quincy, do you know who I am?" he asks with a grin."Y-yes, sir. You are Levi Kingston, Lucas Kingston's son," I stutter."That's right. I am being left in charge. My father had to leave town at the last minute, so he asked me to interview you." Oh, okay, well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr.. I no sooner realized what Kelly was doing than my pants were opened and she was jerking them off my hips.Instinctively I lifted my ass off my chair to help and right away Kelly had my pants bunched at mid thigh. She would have had them down around my ankles, had she not been blocked by her own knee. At that moment I should have been consumed with sobering apprehension – worrying that Hank might unexpectedly appear with guns blazing or that an Atlanta policeman would bust me for indecent. Before I knew what was happening, the three of us occupied a soft leather couch in the corner of the room. Danielle's strong arms suddenly grabbed me and pulled me face down across her lap, raising my dress and lowering my rubber bloomers so that my throbbing cock was in position between her legs and my cheeks were fully exposed."She is so very stiff, isn't she, Esther? Can I spank her? Move closer, darling. I would like to see how she services you with her tongue as I used to do."Danielle.