''''yes its big and hard , you are cute like that, you making me hard''''Mike.....''''shhhh wash it too dont stop here feel it , you never touch a man...cock before''touching my lil bikini pouch ''not even a real cock''''touch mine , wash this real cock , makew it all clea and tell me you dont think of sucking it''''mike..''''just wash it please , yes like that just do that ''''i can tell you like it ''''here lets rinsed it and see how much you are a gurl inside''i was looking at him , cock up ,. I work for the king. I started as a fry guy just out of high school and decided to be a slacker for many years until I could not pay the rent and pay for the beer in the fridge. Working nights sucks with long hours over night and no sleep but at least there are few customers and no management. I decide to change my hours and they had just got a new general manger to run the operation and he needed a day manager to help him.His first job was to let me hire a girl to work the check out register. I mean, remember how we talked about the sports teams at our last council meeting?"I thought about it. "Did we?" I asked. "I don't think we did." Exactly." She winked. "Arts are more fun anyway. In sports, you compete against others to get points. In arts, you compete against yourself to express what best matches your feelings." Too deep for me." I said jokingly."Well, excuse me." Nicole replied in an annoyed voice. "I forgot I wasn't talking to Bertolt Brecht." The stretched on the bed then. My small breasts jiggled before me. I walked with my back straight, proud to be Daddy’s slave. Georgia walked beside me, her brassy-brown hair tumbling about her fifteen-year-old face. We had similar features. Her round breasts were large, but we both had those same fat, pink nipples my mom had.Did Aunt Louisa have the same nipples? I’d find out tonight when Mom’s sister and her husband, Uncle Wayne, came over to play.Daddy marched us up to the family minivan. Not his cool Mustang. I wrecked.