As Sam Jackson would say, ‘Do we understand each other, motherfucker?’”“Yes sir, be here at 6 Saturday morning, I’ll be here.”“OK,” I ...aid, raising the door again. “Get the fuck outta here, and come see me Saturday. You know who I am, right?”“Yes sir, now I do. You’re Bohica, sir.”I nodded. “Good, you was raised with manners, and are obviously not an idiot. Obviously, you know that you would not like to have me track you down. Now git.”He almost ran out of the shop, and I chuckled. As I drove. She broke our kiss, her green eyes wide in shock. Her entire body shook, those firm titties jiggling as her juices ran down the back of my hand.“Daddy, Daddy,” she moaned. “What is that? That spot?”“That's your G-spot,” I said. “Feels even better than your clit, doesn't it?”“The G-spot's real?” she moaned. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against mine, her green eyes filling up my world. “Oh, my god, Daddy! That's incredible! Yes, yes, I love this! I love it! You're amazing! Daddy!. “So Paul, what is the plan for the day?”“I figured that we would meet the guys at the concert hall at about 5 and do a set up and sound check. Then you guys go on at 7:00 and some friends of mine go on and then we close it.”“Paul, not that I am worried, but why do you have us going first? I mean we are a major draw.”“You guys are THE major draw in my mind, but the goal of this is to set a pattern that people know that when we advertise The Paul O’Dell Band and friends that something big is. . it was the most natural and agonizing, messy manner of childbirth you could imagine. It was very medieval, other than the modern motor vehicle and things of that sort. Ninety minutes of grueling labor, but Consuela survived and Megan cut the cord for her.“We still need to get her to the maternity ward ... prevent infections, complications, that sort of thing,” I noted.“Of course ... and she needs a bed to rest in for the recovery. It’s twins, by the way ... a boy and a girl. Congratulations,.