“I’m begging you not to do that.”“Why not?” I was genuinely curious.“Think about Peanuts,” he said. “The cartoon, not the food. When C...arles Schultz passed away, unexpectedly, the stories stopped when he did.”“Sad but true,” I agreed.“Consider that if you have dozens and dozens of really good books waiting their turn to be released, year after year,” he continued. “Even with all your newfound wealth, the stories are an annuity that will take care of your children, and your children’s children,. ” Susan then quickly pulled her top up and over her head and tossed it to the side. Dean Malcomb groaned and sat back in his over-stuffed chair. “Susan, what are you doing?” He couldn't help but stare at Susan's erect nipples. “Oh my, you are such a beautiful young lady, Susan.” Dean, would you like to touch them? It's alright if you want to fondle me.” Without waiting for an answer, Susan stepped around the Dean's desk and leaned forward. She dangled her tennis ball sized tits in the. “Evans residence.”“Willy? This is Gordy.”“Hey! How are you?”“Surviving. Maybe better than that. I’m in your neighborhood, in a sense. Are you busy this weekend?”“I don’t think so. I assume Evans will drown worms and I might cruise somewhere.”“And the litter?”“Scott’s at Recruit School; Olwen’s at UNE.”“Oh my. I was in Armidale last week!”“And where are you now?”“Port Macquarie. But I thought I might head in your direction.”“Wonderful! Tomorrow?”“No, that’s impossible, my LandRover is being. I looked at Robby, sprawled out, legs partially spread, you could see every muscle he had, and boy was there a lot of them. His body was well toned, and he was strong. Robby fought MMA, but had never brought it home. Even way back when I was 8 and I was getting bullied on the playground, Robby didn't fight the kid, even though they were the same age. He warned the kid, and then the kid left me alone. I looked down again at Robby's cock, I really have to find out how big it is. He looked like he.