"I found one we could fish, one that pays money for the first ten places." Do you think we're ready?" I asked. "We've only fished in one tournament so...far." Yeah, and we took fifth place. The worst that could happen is we don't finish in the money," Brad said. "I think it would be good experience for us." I agree with Brad," Eddie said. "It would be good experience and it might be fun too. At least we'd find out about fishing money tournaments. I would like to fish the money circuit someday. We. “And when were you ever worried about destiny?”Tanya helped slide Frank’s shirt off, then loosened his belt. His hard-on from watching her ‘play’ with Tabatha earlier still hadn’t gone down and it pointed straight at her pelvis as she loosened his pants and let them fall to the floor.Raising up slightly, she mounted his cock to let it slide back and forth against her slit, lubricating it with Mac’s cum as it leaked out of her. Frank moaned at the slick, sticky sensation of pushing his cock. He filled me up so completely that every inch of my little pussy was being stimulated by his rigid meat. He reached up and started pinching and teasing my little nipples with one hand while the other was cupping my ass and toying with my puckered little asshole. He leaned me back and bent over and took one of my nipples in his mouth and teased it was his tongue and shoved a finger a little ways into my ass and sent me over the edge again. I ground down onto Daddy and moaned deeply into his. By trying to help and comfort him I was really trying to exorcise my own demons of loss and anger at Luke's passing. I don't think it did really, but I tried to spend as much time with Dad as I could before his inevitable demise.During the year he'd been there, his character had regressed almost to that of a newborn baby. It's an absolute tragedy that the onset of that terrible disease we call Alzheimer's had robbed him of his life's memories so that he no longer recognised any of his children,.