..” I looked at Ben, worried I might upset him. “I really think it was a divine act.”“You mean like God?” Ben fidgeted with his reins.“Yea..., it might’ve been an angel ... or perhaps an honest to God demon.”“Hmm...” Ben seemed lost in thought. What was going through his slow brain I wondered. “Or maybe it was just God and Jesus playing catch with a shiny ball.”“Huh?” I shot him a quizzical look.“You know, like a father and son at a picnic.” Ben looked over at me with a serious expression until. While he felt a pang of something watching Jean take the other executive into the bedroom, seeing the daughter surrounded by these aroused and increasingly demanding men brought a stronger emotion. He had no problem using this young woman for his pleasure or knowing his sons were doing the same. It was confusing; he was the one who suggested they could assist the agency by sexually plying receptive clients and customers. Was he questioning that now or was he merely showing the promise of care. Gani bola abhi tum kha orat bani hu abi to ek cheez baqi hai. Sana chunkte huwe boli woh kia? To gani bola aaj pata lagjaiga or sunhu mujhe creem laga ke chudne mai maza nahi ata hai to sana boli tumhara itna lamba mota lund andar kese jaiga pher gani ne sana ki chut chati or pher sana ki tange otha kar creem laga kar lund ka topa chut par rakh ke pherne laga kuch der mai sana mast hogai or chut uchalte huwe boli bas ab jaldi se ander daldo. Gani ke demag mai kuch or hi chalrha tha to usne kaha. Dave had been curious about her accent, and Annie swore that she had been born and raised in Tennessee, but as a teen with dreams, had headed off to California to find herself. She had wandered around, following some of the new upcoming bands and lived in a commune for a while, which is where she learned her love of cooking. She had worked in both logging and mining camps for a few years as a cook before the call of social life had returned her to 'normal' people. It had been there that she had.