. . they certainly would! Havers gazed at the gently quivering breasts (a little nervous trembling, no doubt!) and saw the smooth, depilated Mounts of...Venus with their proffered sex lips.“I think the first thing for you to do is take a shower and pretty up,” said Quentin, rubbing his hands. “You’ll find a couple through there.” He pointed to one of the four doors which led off the room - an ordinary-looking, comfortably furnished drawing room. “So, run along, girls! And incidentally, I’ll think. “And what about this one?”, he asked as he was near. I found myself comparing not only the look but the feel of both of them with my hands. My dad’s dick was not as impressively long as Lee’s, but he had just as many veins and it felt equally sturdy – if that was something you could call it without sounding stupid. Since I was his son, would that imply that I could get equally big downstairs when I was older? I hoped so. Dad reached down and reciprocated by starting to jack me off under the. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head."Oh my goodness..." she said looking at me. "You have a nice body Chris. You're pretty dang muscly." ...Thanks... you have a nice... body... too..." I said bashfully."Ohh you're too sweet Chris." She said. Gosh why am I so stupid? That's all I could say back? She probably thinks I'm an idiot. She squeezed a big glob of sun tan lotion in her hands and rubbed them together so it would be warm. As she did her tits jiggled a. "Before the trial prep got started last month, I spent most of my time putting together grant proposals for Homeland Security money. We need to replace our protective vests and we need to start SERT. But the costs of those two things are well outside the city's budget without major tax hikes. We really don't want that. Right now, I'd probably settle for anyone with experience squeezing money out of the federal and state government. But if there is an interesting ride-along chance, I'll give you.