You are the late Sam's wife. What did you do, fuck him to death? My condolences but I can't believe a twerp like Sam got a foxy lady like you. Wh...t, he had money?Samantha played along. "Yes indeed he had money. But it's mine now."They got real cozy. I moved over one barstool. Jimmy Joe put his hand on Samantha's knee, and ran it right up her dress and struck pay dirt. He put his hand on her cock and I thought the shit was going to hit the fan."What's that?" he blurted, quite. " Okay. Then for what?" Staying." No problem. What are friends for?" Yeah."I put my arm around Sharon and she nestled in."So what now?" I asked."Coffee. In a few minutes." Sounds good."I continued to hold Sharon for a while until she gently pulled away. Then I padded after her into the kitchen. Sharon got the coffee maker going while I got some mugs out. When I turned around, Sharon was thumbing through the pictures I'd moved to the counter.Sharon sighed. "I was going to suggest some more. "Hmmmm, now that would be excellent!" Tenneille giggled down the line."What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked as I mopped up the alchohol."Never mind. So where are you?" she asked."In the Novotel at Brighton. Why don't you come over?" I said, almost pleadingly. I was bored and the thought of spending some time in a hotel room with my hot little niece was making me hard as a rock."OK, be there soon, what room?" she said."1394. See you soon!" I blew a kiss down the phone and hung up as she. I liked Monty, but there was a part of me that also feared the muscular brut.”Well, David’s been crying in his beer all day to me about how it’s a shame such a sexy woman as yourself has to work so damn hard to make half of what he made to support your family.”And what business is it of yours?””Well,” he hesitated, almost blushing, “I have this little proposition that might help you two out.””Oh?””Do you know what an Escort Service is?””Isn’t that when women dress up all smutty, and get paid to.