Richards told on me. That stupid bitch!"So I'm guessing, that either my son Charlie is falling in love with theidea of being my daughter Charlie or he...is getting a fitting punishmentfor all the lies and pretending he was doing. Don't get me wrong. I didthink that you were just helping me out at the mall, pretending to me mydaughter at first to get the free clothes from Bebe. And when I asked youto pretend to be my daughter for the day, I was being greedy. I waswrong. I shouldn't have asked that. My erection sprang free, so she grabbed my hard cock on the way back up to her feet. As her eyes met mine, she smirked...“Well” she said, “this speaks volumes about how you feel.”She then released my cock and turned back toward the police officer standing in the middle of our kitchen. He unbuckled his gun belt and placed it on the counter. “Unzip me, bitch.”My wife obediently unzipped the officer’s slacks. She then dropped to her knees without being coached and fished for his cock. I swear that. ’ She whispered. ‘I’ll come back if I can.’ She pulled away and reluctantly pulled her panties and scrubs back in place. She stepped toward me and leaned across to give me a soft kiss before scurrying away and out the door. The breeze ruffled the sides of the tent, the sun filtering through the green nylon making the whole tent filled with a soft green glow. The door unzipped, and I looked down, past my completely naked body lying on the air mattress, toward the door. She stepped in, turning. ”“I don’t know what that means.”“It basically means two crankshafts making the pistons go up and down on top of the cylinders helps to increase the horsepower.”“You seem to know your engine stuff,” Dan complimented.“When you have a dad and three older brothers all into cars, you tend to learn a thing or two. My dad, Ben Anderson, was an engine and a car builder for several NASCAR Canadian stock car teams years ago. Dad taught me how to work sheet metal, machine camshafts and piston heads by the.