AND, you've got two daughters who are almost as luscious as your own luscious self." What do my daughters have to do with sorry luck. They're great!" ...he complained."Yes, they are. And that's the problem. Every man who sees any one of you three is off to the races in his pants and planning on how he can crawl between ya'll's legs. No woman should be cursed like that. Hell, woman, you can't trust anything a man says, cause he's always got ulterior motives!" Well, you ugly stump, what else hasn't. She stepped out ofthem, holding them in her hand, and turned back to me.For the first time I saw her neatly trimmed pubic hair,a small ginger triangle pointing down towards her sex.She threw her panties at me and smiled again. “Enjoy?” Inodded eagerly, “And from the looks of it you enjoyed itas well.” She blushed, and again bent over to pick herclothes up. I cleared my throat, Lindsay looked up. “Itwas a good show,” I said, “but in porno they do. His skin is so smooth, the tattoo on his upper arm so sexy, you want to touch your lips to it. But… ‘He might not want to wake up yet. It’s early.’ He’s lying next to a naked woman. Of course he wants to wake up. I bet he’s got a hard-on in his sleep, just knowing you’re here. ‘I need to go to the bathroom. Maybe when I get back, he’ll be awake.’ You slip out of bed, careful not to make too much noise or movement, and leave the room. When you return, he’s still asleep, lying in the same. She glanced down and saw the man crossed legged and naked under her desk, waiting for her when she would tell him he could. He was the latest who had come calling, and she was rather fond of him already. He was one of the very few who knew her in both lives.She turned on the computer and checked into her account – the beeps started right away telling her she was being watched and followed already. It was funny, she didn’t do anything but sit at her desk here and talk to her followers one by.