They each worked separately and when they all reached a natural stopping point they compared notes and worked up a crude cross reference. When Ann and...I returned to the Wells home we were told in no uncertain terms that we were grossly overdressed. After removing our attire we all shared some really good hugs. We then sat down to a late lunch. They presented us a set of notes based on their discoveries. These notes went into hundreds of lives, some were of people that the Wells family did not. So,I've been working the women's prison 6 months, they made me an unofficial counselor. I'm a big hearted nice guy who treats everyone with the same respect I would want. Which really goes a long way with inmates. I'm going through the chow line and there she is again, with them wonderful water beds, the whole kitchen crew serves my tray everytime I come through the line, her the Egyption has giant tits and eyes like a siamese cat,a white lady who was an UUUBER lesbian tells me "I don't like. Not yet. I've just got the checks in my room." That's not too safe," Tom said."Why don't you ask Sigrid's advice next time we see her? Or Tom can," Mary suggested."Yeah. You see, I haven't put the money in my own account in case we get the business started up. I feel like it kind of belongs to all of us. I'd really like to put it where it will do the most good." Thanks, Will. That's great. After all, it's really your work and your money." Anne said."Just the same, I want to do it this way."When. Once I am in bed, I can't get the image of Anna riding the spit out of my mind. Even though the thought of watching my daughter ride the spit is erotic, I am determined to find a way to talk her out of it, deciding that we will punish her tits and pussy severely until she changes her mind, or reaches her 21st birthday. Oddly, the thought of torturing my daughter's tits and pussy makes my pussy wet, but I refuse to give it the orgasm that it is begging for. The next morning, over breakfast, I.