’ ‘But with good periods?’ ‘Aye, some very good periods.’ ‘So you didn’t regard flying your airplane as an extravagance?’ ‘I took up...flying after we broke up and sold the house. I purchased the Piper from the flying school that tutored me. I got my license three weeks ago. Until the financial split between us I lacked money to spend on myself from our wedding day.’ ‘Christ she must have been bad.’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘And we won’t talk about her again will we?’ ‘No.’ ‘But we’ll talk about you.’ Nash. My husband was moaning and leaning his head back on the couch, his eyes closed. She kisses him again, then he starts kissing down her neck. She started feeding him her breasts on at a time, and he was sucking so hard and biting them. He brings his hands to her juicy ass and starts thrusting up into her, while he continues to suck on her nipples back and forth. He is in a frenzy. I reach into the table between the couches and pull out the cherry lube and squirt it all over her ass, then on my. . I wanted to talk to you ... about Rose." Yes," she said, expressionless."You see, I'm in love with your daughter and I want to marry her." I'd pretty much nervously blurted this out."What makes you think you're a suitable husband for my daughter?" Again, with the deadpan delivery.Now that question I hadn't anticipated."Well, I have a good job, a nice place to live, and ... and ... I love Rose." Your job is driving a bus, the place you live is at the discretion of Harlan Cummings and I haven't. In fact, I’d love to do her.” She got a dreamy look on her face and we all stared at her. Yeah, lesbians get lovesick, too. She realized we were all staring. “I just don’t know what positi ... which pose to do. What about you, Melody?”“Uh ... I was thinking something classical. Like maybe an oil of The Discus Thrower or something.”“Who’s going to model?”“I’ll probably just go to the museum and find a sculpture,” Melody sighed. I was sure she had blushed. Well, old man Johnson was sure no model.