“You know the old wives tale says big feet mean big hands and big… anything..."Of course; big feet, big cock; I thought, recalling the old wives s...ying. I could feel myself blushing. Was he making a pass at me? I ignored him."You can just take what you want Madam, whenever you want it" He said smiling at meThen he approached a little bit more to me. Then he sat down again and suddenly grabbed my arms and lifted me up, plunking me down on his lap. He didn't sit me on his lap. He just d****d me. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my right arm.If I hold it for a day, you’ll have to call an ambulance.In each case, it’s the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.”He continued, “And that’s the way it is with stress management.If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later,As the burden becomes increasingly heavy,We won’t be able to carry on.”“As with the glass of water,You have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again.When we’re. Twain down here and settle this for you?"The man sighs "Okay we will call it tip and everybody will share it."The two girls that are standing say "Thank you" You're welcome" I guess they finally took it, at your insistence and mine?" I askBecky.She sighs back "Yes...but Kyley don't do that again, it's not a goodidea." Well it should be. They seemed happy to get it? and that younger oneseemed to need it bad in some way. I felt it from her!"She shakes her head "Maybe we should get some regular. Soon enough, my dad was cumming. I heard a loud grunt and a final "Ah". i knew I couldn't wait any longer and tonight would be the night. After dinner, my dad went back to the couch and turned on the TV. I washed the dishes and went straight to my room to change. I shaved my pussy, to make sure it was nice and smooth. Then, I put on a thong and a white, see-through lace nightie. I tiptoed down the stairs and sat next to my dad on the couch again. When he saw me, he gasped and said "Sweetie!.