I know which one I’d like you to watch, but you promised Henry that you’d watch his. It’s the one right in front of you,” he replied looking a... her the entire time.“Oh, so I guess your pole is the one with the fish on it.”Jerry looked over to where his bobber was supposed to be, but it was deep underwater. He shouted, “Bill, grab my pole and reel in the fish!”Bill reached over and started reeling in the line. He hadn’t set the hook and by the time the fish was close enough to grab, it jumped. We lived only about 50 miles apart, so I visited his house. The first time I visited, we did nothing but talk over tea. Part of me wanted - expected - him to strip and ravage me, but he was a perfect gentleman, and I was a perfect lady. By the time I said goodbye and walked back to my car, I was as horny as I could ever remember being. I frantically drove back home and called him on my computer and confessed my aching desire for release to him. He responded by ordering me to spank myself with. Who else would dare have stuck a dildo up Helen Bernsten's cunt! I tingled for days my dear. And don't worry about anything else, I had to fuck a few on my way up too. Now on to other matters. I've sent ideas to Nikki which she will send to you. Having Nikki as advisor and mentor is a lucky opportunity and a wise choice. You'll find no better. Being family is a plus but I've also seen enough families stab each other in the back to know it's not a given. If you choose to work with me I think. One night in her late teens - after she’d become famous by releasing her song Ocean Eyes - Billie woke up with her father, Patrick O'Connell, laying on top of her. His rough hand, calloused from a lifetime of working construction unlike his actress wife Maggie, clamped down on her little mouth, pinning her to the bed. It took just a second for his other rough hand to work into her pink panties and start working her clit. “You’re a good girl, Billie. Be quiet and don’t tell anyone, and I won’t.