"Oh, my! My pussy promptly wet my thighs. I squeaked, "Please, Unka Robert, I don't understand!" Ya wiggled yer cute boobies at me daddy." I'm sorry."...Ya almost poked his eye out with those drill bits on the ends." He knows to wear safety goggles!" Don't quibble wit' me, young lady! Then ya pushed yer wet, smelly cunny in his face and got him all worked up." It wasn't my fault! I slipped. Besides, it was your Mommy who had the wet and smelly cunny, not me!" Don't try to evade me! I know what. It was the perfect place to take Cindy when myparents settled in for their Sunday afternoon naps.We would always start out kissing, with me telling herhow beautiful she was. Cindy loved the kissing andreally ate up the compliments. One Sunday afternoon inmy room I felt her breasts through her clothes. Cindyprotested, but she didn’t stop me. As I felt her Cindy,she talked on and on about how she was “pure” andplanned to be a virgin for her wedding night. I didn’tlaugh. The doctor had a 60 year old patient with erectile dysfunction who was taking a different product than ours and had no success. The doctor told me to give the patient a sample of our product and I waited in the room for the drug to take effect while the doctor saw other patients. The patient was sitting on an examination table and was talking to me the whole time. After about 10 minutes I ask the patient if he thought the drug had worked and he said no. I moved next to him and unbuttoned my. She eased herself onto the bed and sat on the edge. ‘I’m sorry Pete was so rough.’ ‘It’s not your fault.’ ‘I know, but I still feel bad.’ I closed my eyes, suddenly very sleepy. I felt her hand start to stroke my hair gently. I started to tense up, but I just couldn’t. It felt too good to be touched so lovingly. ‘Do you need anything else?’ ‘I don’t think so.’ ‘All right, then. I’ll go to bed, too.’ She put a gentle kiss on my forehead and started to get up. My eyes snapped open and I grabbed.