He walked to the girls at the bar. He stood trembling, his prick oozing pre-cum."I wanna play with your pussies," he whispered."Well, you didn't say n...thing 'bout that, sir," Nancy teased."Yeah, you said just pictures," Chris huffed."But -- but, girls. I'll give you more money," he said, going to his wallet, taking out some more hundreds and placing them on the bar by the girls."I suppose you can then, Mr. Milton," Nancy said. "Okay, Chris? Wanna let him play with your pussy?" I guess."Mr.. He is my employee and also my tenant. Is there anything further you need to know?" No Ma'am. Maybe I was a little quick to stop you, I apologize."This was awkward for him. I honestly thought he meant well. "I'm glad you did stop us. At least I am reminded to notify the DMV of my address change. I also thank you for watching out for Ashley along the road here. I will feel safer if she travels here alone with you on the job. These are my two children, Marie and Lindsey, sitting in the back. Oh,. I was the oldest of all the siblings. My father was an alcoholic and worked late hours with his job. He'd always stop off at a bar, when he finished his shift for the evening, and then pass out in the spare bedroom. So my stepmother was always alone when she slept. My father was also very abusive to her. My stepmother was forty-four years old. She was 5’6” and had red, shoulder length, straight hair. She had the most beautiful green eyes you’ve ever seen. She had large breasts and a great. .I have never really taken the liberty of fantasizing on this site...until now. I mean, really, if others can do it why not I? If other people can write stories about living out every line of some sixties song, and someone else can fantasize about making love to 'Little Wing' while Jimmy Hendrix plays on, why can't I? Really...so, I started to fantasize. I mean, it is no secret guys think about sex, so it is not so unlikely I can come up with a fantasy. I thought about it long and hard. What.