”“Now, presuming you’re interested in selling, she suggests we can purchase your share in either of two ways. We could pay you the lump sum. How...ver, if you want to reduce the tax hit, we could also purchase your share with an annuity, which means you only pay taxes on the distributions as you receive them. She’d have to explain the details, but that sounds attractive to me, because I don’t like paying taxes. What do you think?”Doug said, “Cindy, I think two things. First, my share is now worth. This is Mr. Smith. Do you mind if I close the door?”“Be my guest,” Jim said, smiling. This might be fun if he was careful.He looked at the one called Friday as Mr. Smith closed the door and the three of them sat down.“Your first name wouldn’t be Joe, would it?” Jim asked.“That joke’s never been funny. And, yes, my first name is Joe.”“All right, since we’ve established the fact that you have no sense of humor, my first question remains. What can I do for you Mr. Friday?”Friday and Smith flashed. Of different textures amazing. I mean, everywhere I put my mouth there was a different taste."Milford noted that Margie was alternately placing a finger or two in her mouth between speaking, as if reliving that night."If you ask me, I think we'll find one another conducive to all manner of sexual pleasures." I didn't ask, Milford." No, but that mind of yours is racing with lewd and lascivious thoughts, isn't it?" I won't lie and say I haven't had some rather naughty ideas since getting into the. Carson noticed that the rider behind was clinging to the one in front and that her hands had shifted up so that she was cupping her identical sister's plump tits. His prick gave a little ripple at that sight. But Carson, who believed incest and lesbianism to be rare, supposed that the tit grip was accidental.Both girls wore very short cut-off jeans, the denim dragged up into the vee of their crotches. White cotton tee shirts molded their firm, thrusting tits. It was an erotic sight! Carson.