NotDoe." Yes that was my next question," I said."Ordinarily my next question would be how much," he said. "But I think you might be offended, since yo... are obviously not a hooker." If I were, I would invest in a boob job and a wig," I said."Yes, I do believe that would be a wise investment for one in that line of work. So what is your line of work." he said.I handed him one of Wilson's prototype cards. I said, "Not working for your wife." The card read Porter & Wilson confidential. It was not difficult to understand the young man's fascination with what was under Heather's blouse. When she had arrived, it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra; her large, firm breasts stood out proudly from her magnificent 17-year-old body. I suppose I stared, but she didn't seem to mind. As we walked out to the car, you laughingly told me that I could stop drooling. And now, as if in a projection of my fantasy, those luscious young tits were being stroked and fondled.Suddenly, the. At least his boss, Bill Miller, always said he couldn't do his job without Dad."I don't get it. How could they fire you?" I asked."They didn't exactly fire me. I quit." Why?"Dad looked up at Mom, then back at Traci and me. "They moved my job to the capital. To Olympia." Oh." I'd been upset when we moved here from California. I'd had to leave my old school and all my friends. Dad didn't want to do that to me again. I looked over at Traci. It was obvious that she'd figured it out, too."If we have. She threw her head to the side and her body started to convulse. She groaned now, long and hard, until she had to stop and take a gasp of air. “Stop, stop…please stop,” she pleaded. The pressure on her pelvis now after cumming was almost unbearable. He let up and slowly took his drenched hand away from her pussy. As he did he leaned down and started to kiss her passionately. She gave herself to him completely then, letting all of him in through her mouth. He brought his hand up to their.