Maintenance. That sort of thing. Work my way from the ground up so that I can be on a crew and, if things work out, get my own truck in the future. Si...ple."Except it really wasn't. Linesman was a good paying job especially for these parts so there was probably going to be a lot of competition for however many slots were available this turnover.Barney made a face and shook his head. "Nah, screw that," he laughed dismissively. "That sounds like too much hard work. Have you seen the Winters around. I could feel myself getting wet by his touch, my juices running down the sides of my legs. “I want you to fuck me daddy,” I moaned into his ear, grinding my wet pussy down against his jeans. I could feel his bulge and I knew that he wanted to fuck me as well. “Fuck me like you would mommy.” “I can’t do that,” he whispered in my ear, one of his hands leaving my ass and pulling at his pants. “I want to fuck you as if you are you.” It caught me off guard, his words were not what I expected, but. But not my dad, he managed to hold out. It was like when you play monopoly and someone has that one property you need for a monopoly. That was dad. Every year they offered more and more for our land until this year... that's when he decided that he wanted to retire."Jenny smiled that smile. The one that told me she had finally put two and two together. "I guess your parents are rich, aren't they?" I wish they weren't. I don't want to be treated differently because of that. It doesn't change. They said she was like a porcelain doll, beautiful and fragile. But to my delight she proved herself to be rather dexterous. The ways this girl could move drove me mad. Perfection. That’s how I’d describe her. There’s a saying that no one’s perfect, that no one’s without flaws. But are flaws still considered imperfections when they only serve to make you more endearing? Her occasionally ditsy moments, her inability to focus around cats, the crest shaped birthmark on the small of her back –.