Anyway, tell me what happened?”I thought it was very erotic, dad and daughter sitting naked on a bed, discussing how they started fucking. My cunt a...ain oozed. My cunt hair was matted with his cum and little blood.I said, “You were quite drunk, your friends put you in the bed and left. I removed your shoes and socks. I wanted to let you sleep in your clothes. When I was leaving, you pulled me on to you, started kissing me, squeezing my tits and saying, “Darling Anita, let us fuck now”.Again. TheCEO also checked out Nathan's crotch and confirmed that the young, "up-and-cumming" executive was painfully erect.If he weren't, there could have been "complications."Stiffman also noticed another good sign. Nathan was staring slack-jawedat Gina. Who was playing the shy little pantyboy to a fine turn.Gina peeked at Nathan through her downcast eyes and inch-long eyelashes.She didn't seem embarrassed by her nakedness, the flood of her sissycream on her flat belly, her gaping bottomhole where. Andrew opened the conversation when he was settled and Jeannie had refreshed Chet's drink. "I heard you were in practicing today. I was told you worked out in the gym, used the batting cages, and even had a session with Hanigan. He told everyone you hadn't lost anything and were ready to throw a game. How does that make you feel?" Damn good, Andy. I know I have to wait until I get off the DL, but I wish you guys could have just put me down as unable to play for a few days."Andrew said, "Hey, we. ”His card said his name was Peter Malcolm, Independent Insurance Adjuster. He shook my hand and took a good look around. “Wow, what a mess. Was this an expensive couch?”“You might say so. It cost me $8,000. I have the receipt in my office.” Jennie trotted down the hall, returning shortly with my file. I handed it to Mr. Malcolm.“Do you have replacement value in your policy?”“Of course.”“Then you’ll get the full value for the couch plus the cost of repainting. I think they’ll have to.