Never wavering... never changing. The one constant he could depend upon. When did they start? Who could say. Perhaps they started when he was very sma...l and his mother gave him a little yellow bear. A smiling bit of fluff and cotton that he could hold close when his Daddy drank too much and became the angry man. When his large, calloused hands would curl into fists and try to beat the innocence out of the tiny boy. Perhaps they started in third grade, when a horsey faced teacher would read to. We're still spooning and Hank is still in a deep slumber. As I assess the situation I'm torn between trying to slowly pull my cock out of Hank's butt without waking him and go start my day...or maybe I should start fucking him a little and see where it leads...As I contemplated, Hank's butt began to push back against me and slowly grind against my cock. I guess we were both thinking that we'd like to go again then! I pushed gently against his grinding motion and he moaned softly as his eyes. Since it was all just goodwill, the company without any of the real property is only worth about ten grand. He based that on a new owner being able to walk in and earn a living." So Lucas, if you want the business it is yours for five thousand dollars. You can pay it from the profits over a year's time." I explained after a pause to let the value sink in."If you want the van, get me a price on the Internet from one of those car chart things. You can have it for the lowest price you can find on. Uh, do they have the buttons like the Regals?”Jennifer was grinning as she said, “I think so,” and I couldn’t help but grin myself.Shit. She was right. One look at the digital speedometer and all the buttons the radio and other controls had, I nearly drove one off the lot that day. But then I realized I could get even more bu ... I mean, options not available on the cars they had on the lot, and so after checking off as many of the optional features I could and paying half the sticker price on.