But I assure you, you'd be better off this morning watching football." Dwight Evans was here? And you killed him? And the old man hasn't sent his troo...s?" I told you, he asked Pipes to shoot Dwight, if he got the chance. Pipes thought he had the chance. Right now, Pipes is torn between the truth: knowing his wife was already dead, no matter what he did, or what actually happened. He took the shot." And missed? He's supposed to be good." In some ways," Kennedy admitted, "he's better than me. No,. " You have entirely too much money for someone your age," Jen put in from the seat behind Brock."Yeah, probably," Randi admitted. "Mom said it was a stupid idea but I had some Wall Street guy fly me to New York for his kid's birthday party when I was 15 or so. It was pretty cool and I thought I needed one. Thank God I couldn't do much without her signature. I'd be broke." Like me!" Jen said brightly."But you're rich in personality," Brock said. "That's more important." Says you," Jen rejoined,. " You'll have to take into account insurance and depreciation." Why? He's paying those already to drive his family about. We're just offering extra income." Agreed but there may be an extra insurance premium to pay if he's using the car for business purposes." I'll bet he is already." OK. Go for it, darling."Arthur agreed like a shot. His insurance did cover business use. The Jays did not advertise in the Pitsbury Journal but they did have a small notice with a tariff on the bar. As they had. Her clit was already swollen and moist as her fingers passed over it. A wet well of extasy that drew a moan from her lisp as she touched it. A tightness grew around her hips, a deep desire for relief as she lay upon her bed. She squeezed her sex between her fingers, wet liquid spilled over her fingers as she gasped. She didn’t want her fingers inside her, she wanted her father inside her – she wanted to feel his cock thrust into her. Her body vibrated with the thoughts as her pussy ached for.