" So they're rich daddy?" Kenneth Jones nodded. It didn't take much for Rebecca Jones to figure things out. "Daddy did they, what does nanny Lizbeth s...y... ?" She scratched her head for a second. "Did they wash their hands of your side of the family? 'Cause sometimes I wish I could see them." Yes I know you do baby, but we can talk about that another day." Okay," said his pretty little 8-year-old. Then she looked up and grinned. "Now what about the football team daddy." Oh that's simple baby.. One evening I looked for Ugo at home, but the lady answering the intercom, made me understand that she was alone and I still invite myself to go upstairs. She, a plump woman in a dressing-gown and a leg-warmer, was hot, and threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. He invited me to stay, and to wait for UGO, making me sit on the sofa with her where we watched the TV. She was divorced, she was with another divorced woman who acted as a cavalier, but she lived alone with her c***dren. I do not. " Mom got a look on her face like she knew what was goingon, "Well, then...you got yourself into this mess, I am going to let you figure out how todeal with it.Let me get my purse and get you some money. Since you are going to themall anyway. Stacy can help you pick out some outfits. Maybe a nicedress or some jeans for a girl your age." Mom, I told you I'm not a cross dresser. I am not buying a dress orgirly jeans!"I wasn't sure I was hearing her correctly."Oh please, Son, that girl has. He rubbed and squeezed the trapped erection with one hand, biting back a groan as he watched the writhing girl intently. He had to swallow a gasp at what she did next. Her hand slipped out from between her legs, wet with glistening juices. She brought the two dripping fingers up to her face and parted them, watching the strands of her arousal stretch between them. She smiled slowly and slid the fingers into her mouth, moaning at the taste as she sucked and licked at them tasting her own sweet.