We don't want to wait; we know we want to spend our lives together."I heaved a sigh of relief. "So are you asking my permission, or you asking me to p...y for it?" Well now you mention it ... Seriously Dad I've told Robert that I don't want a big wedding were both in enough debt as it is. Robert's parents would probably pay but I really don't want that." No one else is paying for my daughter's wedding." I knew you'd say that. I've got some great ideas. It really won't be that expensive." Where. She puckered her lips and gently started to kiss the head. The feeling of her warm lips and breath on my cock was starting to revive it. More and more she kissed my cock, her lips where beginning to part a little and I could feel the wetness of her tongue as she would lick at the tip when it parted her lips. It seemed like torture to me, I wanted to push my cock into her throat, but knew I should wait and let her take her time. As we watched, she continued to get more comfortable with the. She came over to where I was laying, she leaned over and gently caressed my face. ''Good night my sweet girl. You know this will be the last time I will call you my girl, because the next time I see you, you will be a woman. I want you to be a good girl for your grandpa, he's going take such special loving care of you. So don't be scared my sweet Stacy, you're going to do just fine.'' Mom left the room leaving me in the care of my grandfather. He turned to me and began to make his way on all. Morris was there to get rid of him, in a very public fashion. He wasn’t going to try to save his job, but he was going to save his dignity. He went on the offensive.“What time was that?” Dexter asked.“Five thirty,” Mr. Morris answered.“The workday ends at five. So of course no one was there. They aren’t supposed to be there at that time,” Dexter said.“Every other group had people working,” Mr. Morris said.“So?” Dexter asked.Mr. Morris said, “Clearly your people aren’t working.”“That’s.