This teasing is driving me crazy," Cara groans. She wets two of her fingers and places them against her sticky clit. "Stacy, I didn't tell you to play...with her cunt, I told you to check if it was wet or not." Cara yanks on Stacy's leash, making sure to get her point across. Stacy begrudgingly removes her fingers from Becca's nectarous pussy and holds them up in front of her face. She becomes almost hypnotized by their glistening shine. "She's very wet, Miss Cara. I could feel her dripping over. I’ve been thinking of hiring someone full-time, but the two of you working part-time would be perfect.” My father squared himself in the chair, leaned forward a little, put his elbows on his knees then looked me in the eyes, “And it would set you up to earn money in the way you proposed this morning.”“Huh, what are you getting at?”“I mean Liv, if you want to earn extra cash, then working out of my shop would be the ideal situation. If someone asks me, you, or Irene about indiscrete activities,. "I'd rather just show you than try and explain. Do you have the time?" I guess," I said."Great! I'll meet you outside after school and give you a ride," she said.When school was dismissed I went out to the front to wait for Sandy. She drove up in her red mustang and I got in. "Want to tell me now?" I asked."When we get home," she said.She drove up to her house, and it turned out she lived just a few blocks from me. It was a nice house, and she pulled into the driveway and we got out. She. I suspect they fall afoul of Niven's Law when it comes to traveling through time and end up, somehow, erasing their own existence. This one, though, was apparently an exceptionally powerful one, having a reach of almost a century."Turning to Helen Carter, her Secretary of Health, she asked, "And the remark about MORFS?"Helen sighed. "I'll state the obvious, Madame President. MORFS, the Massive Ontogenetic Regulation Failure Syndrome, has been an intractable problem for some years. The.