I’m so glad Mom and me found him. We really needed it.Anyway, it was after another one of his sessions that I worked out what had been stressing me ...ut lately. I mean, my life is pretty stress-free; when I’m not laying around in my bra and panties, I’m taking selfies for Instagram or going to the mall with my besties.We do a lot of shopping. Mom lets me borrow her credit card (well, she doesn’t yell at me too much when I steal it out of her purse, anyway) and so sometimes I buy clothes for my. "I'mBarker, sir. It's my name and my job. As far as what's inside, well, that,sir and madame, will cost you each $1 to find out, but I think that you'llfind it well worth the price." That's a pretty good pitch, son," Charlie said. "You know, I almost ranaway to join a carnie myself when I was a boy a year or so younger than mygranddaughter here." You did, Grampa," Helen said. It was a story she'd never heard before."Why didn't you?" The prettiest girl I ever saw asked me not to," Charlie said.. Brandons car in the driveway. We went around to Dads bedroom window. The curtains were closed but we could peek in at the edge. We looked in and there were Dad and Mrs. Brandon naked. Dad was sitting on the bed with Mrs. Brandon standing in front of him. Dad was having a great time sucking and squeezing her tits and she had her head back moaning and telling him to suck harder and to bite them. After a couple of minutes they both lay on the bed with Mrs. Brandon on top in the 69 position. Dad. There’s a cold mist in the air that licks at my sweat-soaked skin wherever it isn’t covered with Dryth. Burrowing against the chest before me for warmth, I twitch my hips in time with the feathery touch and enjoy that excruciatingly slow build-up to a mellow morning climax. Such a rare treat.Once the hormones have flooded through me and dissipated, yesterday hits me. In the everything. With a chair.Oh, my fucking God. My legs feel like someone used their bones as a xylophone and the muscles as.