"Billy?" she asked musically, her dark red hair framing a youthful face, her dark eyes full of life, her oversized boobs almost falling out in his fac....He swallowed and nodded. She really did look like a Barbie doll with a huge mop of hair and a very impressive chest and legs that seemed to go all the way up. "Hi," he said cheerfully, "you called and said you had some little jobs that needed doing." Uh huh," she said, "come on in and I'll show you. I thought you'd be here an hour ago." She was. ”So she told me in great detail about her gambling addiction. Her father is rich but he shut her off two years ago and got her into rehab. She joined Gambler’s Anonymous but it didn’t help. Some how she managed to get two hundred thousand dollars in the hole with the local mobsters. I didn’t even know that we had mobsters in town.She continued to tell me about them harassing her for the money and her not paying them. Even her father wouldn’t help her out. They threatened to put her in a. Yet, suddenly, it found itself separated. It was labeled as 'better than the others'. For the first time in its brief life, The Peach had the knowledge of 'status' forced upon it. It was simply because The Peach had better sun exposure than the others of his 'family tree'.Chosen as one of the best, the poor Peach discovered the sin of vanity, as it beams with pride at being picked as 'one of the best'. Still, you must understand, that all of this occurred before I meet The Peach. I don't know. "Why are you video taping dad while he's in the shower?" I ask incredulously."I dunno.. because I can. Why did you let mom suck your cock?" She fired back.Thinking about it again made my dick twitch and harden slightly. My sister noticed and giggled."You liked it didn't you? You want to do it again?" She melodically inquired."I need time to recover Jess. I can't just do it again right-" No I mean let mom suck your cock" She interrupted playfully."yes." I responded probably too quickly. Jess.