.." I pause in search of a word."Morons." Diana supplies with amusement."I was looking for something less derogatory. They have no mental stimulation,...so it is no big surprise that they are only looking after number one." I end and chew my bottom lip as I think so more. "What I was looking at was the father. He seemed off to me. I mean why live out here? His wife is pretty smart, and would not have fallen for his macho posturing. The boys, for all their lack of training, are smart and. " Melanie, you're not doing this with the idea to take care of David for eternity? To develop a cure for paraplegia?" Yeah, it sort of sounds like it and I had to convince David that it's really something I want to do for myself. This has nothing to do with my guilt trip." Okay. To each his own I guess. So tell me, where did Mr. Mies van der Rohe put the bathroom in this house?" Oh, of course. It's to the left, the last door. I put in fresh towels and a bathrobe. There's a one-piece suit too. I got my coffee order and went over to there table and said hello as to be polite, Cheryl was obviously a bit nervousas she was flushed and ucomfortable she introduced us and I was surprised that she told them I was her ex husband.I asked about her parents ans she told me they were both now in a nursing home as there health was too much for her to care for them. I told her that I was sorry to hear that news and exchanged a bit of small talk and said my goodbye's I walked out the door and looked. ”“One moment David.”I put the phone on the desk beside me and pulled back the busty little blonde’s head by her hair. My cock popped from her hot eager mouth. I was looking forward to fucking her, and if she didn’t cool the head job, she was going to get a full load of cum down her throat at any second.“Get on the fucking floor and frig your pussy while I finish this call,” I grinned as she shuffled back into the centre of her office. She did as she was told.“Ok David, my friend,” I said as I.