Our daughter sat with her eyes wide open, her pink lips pouting, sufficiently enough to show her parted pearly white teeth and the tip of her moist to...gue just poking out, she looked every part of a girl growing up to pleasure a new generation of men, and like myself, a few from an older generation too.'Show her', I said feeling titillated by the thought of a father 'Painting his young daughter' with the same sperm that helped to created her, my husband went white.My daughter also looked at me. Not so much because theywere women's clothes but because of the styles and fabrics. Women canchange how they look from day to day, and men can't. But I have neveractually had the opportunity to wear them." If you had the opportunity, would you wear them?" I really don't know. I think I would be worried about what people wouldthink of me." Does it matter what people think of you, John?" Sometimes. Other times I don't care." I want to talk to you about another matter, John. You know we. "Why don't we fool around a little?" said Flair.Texas was really scared now. Flair was athletic, strong, weighed more than she did, and was younger to boot. And willful. Worse, that kiss on the lips had excited her some."Lay off of me!" cried Texas. She began to struggle which was a mistake. Flair held her down and wrestled, peeling off her robe. Texas found herself naked with Flair's big breasts almost in her face."Oh damn!" said Texas. She tried to strike Flair but the younger girl held her. There were four other coworkers that had been assigned to help with the evaluation plus an additional dozen to deal with the acquiring stock from the current shareholders. It was mostly a family business and a battle had broken out over the future of the company. Some felt like selling out to the outsiders was dishonoring their grandfathers vision and others felt that they weren't getting enough and yet was constantly forced to be involved.Jacqueline knew that tonight would not be a good time.