The shiny pink Maryjanes andfrilly white anklet socks seemed to make the whole ensemble ultra-tweeand feminine. But it was the make-up that made him l...ok so childish andutterly stupid. 'How on earth can David let himself be treated likethis?' mused Simon, glancing back at the screen, even as he sensedanother shameful little performance was about to unfold. 'Maybe itreally does turn him on?'David performed a deep curtsey and his wet nappy squeezed sensuouslyagainst his crotch. "Excuthe me Thir?. Err...well Melissa and I were licking each other’s pussies while you fucked her and Steve fucked me.” Jessica replied.“You actually imagined that, I mean, even me helping you suck our 14 year old son’s cock? and you called me a pervert Dave said smiling.“Yep and if that make’s me a pervert then so be it, I don’t care, I wish we could find a way to get the kid’s to want it too.” Jessica told him.“Well I have a feeling that won’t be too difficult, there’s their enthusiasm about not wanting to. I was given crutches andtold to "stay off it for the weekend." I tried to say that I had to gointo work and the staff doctor just laughed.I went home. Raoul, the Saturday doorman, helped me out of the cab."What happened, Ms. Jessica?" I felt weird when he called me 'Ms.Jessica.' I tried to get him to call me just Jessica. He refused andwould call me 'Ms. Silverman.' Ms. Jessica was our compromise."Pothole attacked me, Raoul," I joked.He smiled, "Want me to go kick its ass?" He'd curse in. " I just worry, that's all."Paul could read his father like an open book. "I know, Pop. You're worrying about why a Certified Babe like Lois would take a second look at me." No I ain't! Hell, you a good-lookin' young man! You take after your father's side of the family!" Sure, Pop. But you're thinking, 'What's this Philadelphia lawyer-lady doin' with my busted-up country-boy son? What's that all about?'" Swear to God, I wasn't thinkin' any such thing!" Paul Sr. said.But what Paul Sr. was.