TV at the time provided an array of pabulum for the soul, instead of fascinating titillation for the mind. Clichés and slogans were the order of the ...ay, in both programming and commercial interruption. Before he could walk, Young Beau was well versed in “TV talk,” as his late mother would have put it. Had she survived, he would have had a succession of the brightest tutors, most talented musicians and finest turned out ladies to teach him the finer points of polite society. Instead, his days. Cassandra laughed a little, drawing a little bit of an ireful look from him, “Aw Sammy, I’d put good money on most if not all of them packing heat. I bet they all want to be strong for you, to look after you,” she hesitated, “...To fuck you.”He blushed and looked away and mumbled something softly.Cassandra tilted her head, leaning a little closer, “What was that?”“Mfm mm..”“I can’t hear you, honey.”“...Teach me.” He said, his cheeks crimson.She smirked a little and placed a hand on his warm. The nine hours on the plane had taken its toll on him. He felt he was getting too old for this business but he didn't know too much than this line of work. A marine MP during the Vietnam conflict, a cop for twenty years in the Chicago Police Department, now working for a private investigation firm.Jake saved money all along but even though he was tired, he wouldn't give up this line of work for anything. He could not picture himself sitting in a rocking chair viewing television waiting to die.. Dragging my finger along the crack of her ass I felt between her legs andfound her soaking little fur covered pussy, and proceeded to finger fuckthe hot little nymph.Since it was her first time to have somebody else's finger in her tightlittle pussy I didn't know how she would react when she would get herorgasm, but as I felt her lithe body stiffen and her pussy muscles clutchmy finger she came, and with a moan she bit down on my rock hard nipple, asI felt her pussy give up her sweet.