This was good fortwo reasons, one: because it relieved the stress of the world, and two:because it gave me a few extra dollars.I'm not a prostitute. T...ose whores stay on the street because they're notsmart enough to be in the big leagues like I am.So when I got home and was ready to start getting down to business, fateseemed to cast a wrench in my plans. My son, Jared, was sitting on thecouch watching TV. He was scrawny with shaggy unkempt hair and pale skinfrom not going out much during the. I desperately wanted to rub my clitty and cum. Rita stopped sucking my nipples and looked down at my pussy and then turned to my dad and said “bet you she’s got a sweet tasting wet pussy right now Tom, bet you she’s so horny she’s wishing I would suck her little clitty. What you think? Will I find out?” My dad’s eyes were glazed over, he couldn’t take his eyes from my naked body. My nipples were red with Rita’s sucking, it had been the most wonderful thing and I wanted more, but I wanted. This was not due to a lack of body confidence. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were the better for it, but that was for herself and the occasional boyfriend she managed to avoid pushing away for a few weeks to see, not her staff. She currently was standing over a map of her dig site, reviewing what she knew so far, her long brown hair tied back in a messy bun, to keep it out of her face.Her research had lead. When they left, Mikki asked: "What did Marc saythat got your grandfather so upset?" He was not upset," Rachael clarified. "Marc just told him how honoredhe was to meet one of the men who liberated his country so many yearsago. The French still honor those men, and tend the graves over there.Marc told him about the grave his school went to last year, and it wasnear where Grandpa fought. Some of his friends might be in gravesthere."The group split at Rachael's home, and when they came in they.