They're worth a lot of money, so obviously I don't discuss them with anyone. You probably wouldn't understand anyway, because they're very complex." I...ve had many years in the finance industry, so I'm sure I would understand anything you've developed." Haha. You haven't got a hope of understanding ANY of it." Which would be true if I'd bothered to tell him the technical explanation I'd prepared, as it was all super-impressive sounding bullshit. Instead I just said, "A Professor of Mathematics. .. should be a little different, but I'm not sure what.Perhaps its with your position in life. Maybe you have a need to be doing something else. Instead of being a wealthy socialite and always going to parties and gatherings, perhaps you should be doing something a little more important with your life. Something a little more... physical.I have thought of doing something a little different with my life.Have you given it any thought?No I havent.Well Sasha, it just so happens that I have an. Finally, unable to withstand the beckoning of his hand, she pulled him tight against her body, his hand tight against her cunt, and cried out with utter delight. Her nectar erupted from deep within her body, slowed past her engorged pussy lips, and mingled with the cool, invigorating waters of the lake. “That was… good,” she insisted, unable to raise her voice much past an exhausted whisper. She held his body tightly against hers, enjoying the warmth he had to offer, as she began to place. His dick was threatening to rip through his shorts and Lindsay’s eyes widened as she noticed the monstrous bulge. Jim took her gently by the hand and lay her on the sofa, resuming his fingertip caress and kissing his daughter passionately once more. At length he moved his fingertips to her breasts and brushed them across the thin material covering her nipples. Lindsay shuddered as if a jolt of electricity had gone through her as she was so sensitised by her father’s touch. Jim reached behind.