Definitely not a good sign."I, well, uh, I lost my job." What?" Traci exclaimed."How could that happen?" I demanded. "They need you."To be honest, I w...sn't all that sure what dad did. He was some kind of strategic planner for the state. I didn't understand it, but I had the impression that he was good at it. At least his boss, Bill Miller, always said he couldn't do his job without Dad."I don't get it. How could they fire you?" I asked."They didn't exactly fire me. I quit." Why?"Dad looked up. She caressed my labia, adding more delight to me. My toes curled as my wife made such sweet love to me.She thrust two of her fingers into my cunt.“Sianili!” I squealed.Her fingers thrust into my cunt. She worked them in and out of my twat. I loved what she did to me. She churned me up with those naughty fingers. My hermaphrodite-dick throbbed in her mouth. She suckled on me with passion, working her mouth up and down my girl-cock.My cunt clamped down on her digits. She plunged them in and out. "No, no, you're not, although I can understand the reaction," he said, after he had settled down."Let me guess: you're a genie." Julie took short-lived refuge in sarcasm.He nodded. "Yes, I am." This woman was quite something, he thought. Very different from most people who came into possession of his bottle. She was, perhaps, the first one who did not really think there was a genie inside it. This should be interesting, he thought."You don't look like Aladdin," she said, realizing how. “It’s not a ‘today’ thing.”I tried to pass it off. We finished off our food and played a round of Master Labyrinth. I got them to talk about school. We did pets, movies, things that scare us, things we shouldn’t laugh at but do, and all the various other bits of first-date chatter I had prepared.“I really don’t think it’s a bad thing to laugh at octopi,” I said to Alex.“‘Octopuses’,” corrected Sam. “Also ‘octopodes’, but ‘octopuses’ is fine.”“Maybe not to you, but how do you think the octopus.