The other letter was a table, prepared on the computer.On the left were all the reasons I would give why Wendy and I couldn't be lovers or more.And on...the other side were statements which made a mess of my reasons.For example 'Age difference is too great'; the answer was, '6 month relationship with woman 21 years older'.After I had finished reading it, Wendy spoke, "I thought if I wrote all of the arguments down it would save time when we came to argue about it." With that she stood, she took. "Excuse me," she said and automatically turned to go.Both her parents looked at her, as her mother swirled around, her firm tits flashing wickedly into view. Her Dad stopped stroking his cock. "Oh, Julia. I'm sorry, I forgot. I promised to......... Wait, come back, it's okay."Julia turned back to face her naked parents, the lust in their eyes beginning to swim up in hers. Her Dad's cock looked so yummy, and her Mom's tits so enticing. She took a couple of steps in, halting and staring at them.. She was black, with light brown skin and a large mane of black, exquisitely curly hair that glistened as it cascaded down past her golden hoop earrings onto her shoulders. She was wearing a Batman t-shirt that was way too small for her, stretching the iconic symbol tight across her perky, apple-sized tits. The shirt ended above her pierced navel, exposing a glorious expanse of toned stomach that descended down into the low-riding tight leather pants that covered her legs like a layer of shining. No, a taxi will suffice," I said. I knew I sounded manic, but I couldn't stop talking. "Piper will be with me. Is that all right?" I took a deep breath. "No that won't work. She's only five years old. Someone will have to watch over her while I work. Maybe I can hire someone in Vegas. Yes, that's what I'll do." I stood up. "I need to talk to Orville, and I've got to pack." I pulled my debit card from my wallet. "Give that to your secretary to pay for the airline ticket to Vegas, a hotel in.