“So lame, I know,” Frankie said. “Let’s do business again in the future.”“Thank youuu,” the red-head replied and skipped away with her e...ghth of weed.“Well, looks like things are going well,” Bill said with a deadpan expression and reclined, interlocking his fingers behind his head.“I know you don’t care, but yes they are. Should’ve come out with two pounds.”“Why are you selling pot for this guy?”“Because I’m actually pretty good at sales, and this pays more than a real job.”“You mean the real. "Why is it that when you eat her amazing cunt you continue until she cums? Why do you hold off when you're fucking her until she's orgasmed once, twice, maybe three times? Why are you gentle with her at times and rough at others?" I was listening to myself but wasn't sure where I was going with it. But I knew for me at least this was the truth and the core of all the sex, threesomes, gangbangs, exhibitionism, and lust Susan (and I) had experienced in the past 25 years. I worshipped her body and. The rational part of her brain told her that at that point, she wasn’t available. ‘I know, but I still shouldn’t have, and with Frieda,’ Chris said, looking into her eyes, almost willing him to see the sincerity in his. He was telling her the truth. ‘I love you Cassie, and I wouldn’t even think of it now, but at the time, it seemed a good idea. You were my business partner and Frieda was available.’ Cassie felt a sharp stab of rage, but also pity. She recalled how distant Frieda had seemed,. ”Addison gawped, then grinned. “You have a crush on Dad!”“No I DON’T!”Addison laughed. “It’s okay. I don’t blame you. He’s exactly the same guy but since the amnesia he looks totally different. I don’t know why, but he does! I think it’s his personality, or maybe he doesn’t care about work so much, or maybe he isn’t worried about stuff. Either way, Dad’s...”“Yeah,” Kimber agreed when Addison didn’t finish the thought. “Want another latte?”“Sure.”On Kimber’s return with two new drinks, she set.