But remember handlers ... NO PENETRATION! Just work those lips and clits, girls.”“Sounds like a fun bunch,” Dad responded. “Wish I could have ...een a fly on the wall in THAT room.” He turned off the stew, poured it into bowls, and brought our salads out to the table. It was clear that he had grown some serious wood listening to my tale.“Tell me about it!” I shot back. “Well, at least we were able to get this firsthand account ... Beggars can’t be choosers, right?”“So true ... so true,” Dad. "So now you're a philosopher," Angelina noted in return."Well you know I like to read a lot," came his reply."I remember," Angelina grinned as she cleared the last of her plate. "I think you used to read more in a week than I did in a year." Not everyone is a reader," Sean offered in the way of a balm, "especially not in the age of video." That's one thing I always liked about you," Angelina countered as she cleared the table. "You always said the nicest things to a girl."Sean just laughed."Why. My engineers still draw up plans for him in their free time when he needs something special, and he takes me deer hunting on the state game grounds every year." I took the liberty of calling him this morning to answer some of my questions. To help both of us out, he will construct anything we draw up for you. He can use the work and he is telling me that there is a huge temporary labor pool up there with qualified workers when I explained the time frame that it had to be done in. He told me. My brain was spinning as the images of the videos I'd seen come back to me. I had never finished watching the tape because after that night with Mom and Jenny getting the real thing was preferable to pictures on the screen.Mom kept on talking and told about giving up the business to try and get her family back together and then the accident to her mother pulled her away again but she was sure Dad was still getting sex elsewhere as he didn't seem interested in her anymore and then on the holiday.