With a very athletic build from his training.I had been a cheerleader in high school and college, and did modeling for a few catalogues while in schoo.... I had even been approached by Playboy for one of their special “Girls of…” college issues, which I had turned down for fear my dad’s friends and my creepy Uncle Bill might see it and try to hit on me even more than they already were. Yet somehow our physical traits seemed to bypass our son.It isn’t that Paul is a bad looking k**. I may be. I told you that she wanted it and just didn’t know it. I articulated it for her. Then her mind went exactly where it was waiting to go. It just needed a nudge.”“And the other stuff?”“She was very curious, so I just described everything. And I might have done it in a way that got her juices flowing!”“You’re a bad girl, Abbie Nolan!”“Are you worried about Becka?”“Yes, somewhat, even with what you just told me.”“And if I told you she begged me to ask you for another round, where we tag-teamed her. I would be so happy that it was your tongue drinking up my juices. The thoughts and feelings would soon overwhelm me and I would arch my back and come harder than I ever have while I screamed your name. You would then direct me back onto my stomach and I would be so happy when you kissed me on my neck and back. You would turn around again and start kissing down my spine as your penis moved slowly towards my mouth. I would be getting excited again because of the anticipation and not knowing what. This is a good point to explain what little I know about the householdfinances. From everything I've said you might think that ma'am was somesort of billionaire or something. As far as I know, she isn't.What I do know is this:When my dad died in the accident, he was very heavily insured. He andma'am had started their own small tech company and they had a fewpatents pending.She took the insurance payout and reinvested it into the company,allowing it to grow and expand. Ma'am has a Masters.