"Really?" I said, giving the tub of guts ninety-eight cents worth of my million dollar smile."Yeah. I talked to my dad," he said, "and he thinks the b...wling alley idea is great..."The bowling alley idea was Harold's alternative No. 57 to professional football."... He said he'd front me the capital I need to get things started. "We're in business, baby!" he said, opening his bloated arms, actually expecting me to rush to him, to congratulate him.I just stood there and stared. I couldn't believe. My first proper girl friend and I used to play with each other and give each other oral, lots of it! She would also rub her pussy over my cock until she came, and she did that a lot too! One night, as she was rubbing her naked, hairy pussy, over my hard cock, it found her entrance accidentally and she slid onto it, we just looked at each other, smiled, and carried on, the delightful feeling of being in a pussy for the first time has never left me. Two months later I was in the RAF, we split up. I knew we had to fill the pipeline to begin with, but delivering on a steady schedule would go a long way to satisfying our first two customers. Smithton PWTS LLP was about to be in business."I'm holding back every twentieth unit for some testing to make sure everything is the way it should be. I'll take on that job myself." Good," I said, absently, wondering just what to tell Richardson Brothers and American National."We should be able to make some commitments by the end of the week," Kevin. It was not just her looks, although they were exceptional. It was not just her personality, for she was not only witty but also intelligent beyond measure. It was a combination of these things as well as her genuine love of life. She took each day as a gift and hated to put it away to get another. She did not walk, she danced. Her feet were constantly floating inches off the ground. Her long golden curls always seemed to be in disarray but in truth that is the way she preferred them. Her green.