“He’s not all that bad. He doesn’t talk about his hobby horse any more than the next guy talks about himself. It’s just that he’s polished t...is argument with so many repetitions that the second time I heard it sounded like a tape recording of the first. And Andy’s the sort of person who thinks numbers communicate. You don’t hear him say ‘a lot,’ ‘many,’ or even ‘a shitload.’ It’s always ‘7 million, 238 thousand.’”“What’s that the number of?”“The beast, for all I know,” she confessed. “I just. ”She blushed and said she was sorry.“Don’t be,” I said. “Keep it up. What a turn-on!”We held each other for a few minutes and then we started getting into more lovemaking. We repeated our earlier performance. Soon she was licking my cock. I wrapped my legs around her upper back and squeezed her close. She took me in and I fucked her mouth as hard as I could and when she sensed I was ready to come she sucked me dry. Then I ate that pussy again while listening to more dirty talk, and I climbed up. Peering inside, I saw the dim interior of my little girl’s room. The drapes were closed, but enough light leaked in from the window to show the outlines of the room. I couldn’t yet see her tucked under the covers, but I could tell she was fast asleep.Stepping fully into the room, I pushed the door mostly closed and stood still, letting my eyes adjust to the light. In the dim, the colors of her room were muted, but I knew it well. Her bedding was white with pink butterflies. The bed frame itself. They first began slow; kissing and holding each other. And then very quickly they began to caress and touch each other more and more intimately. Bob always thought about the first date he and Cindy had ever gone on and she looked so sexy that he'd gotten a hardon when he first laid eyes on her. She'd been wearing a dark colored bust-emphasizing sweater and a nice matching skirt that looked hot on her petite and very sexy figure. Cindy had nice full C-cup breasts and she wore her clothes that.