" Hm? Had she forgotten that I'd made her breakfast? I laughed tomyself and asked her when dinner would be ready. "What's the rush, haveyou got a date..." she asked me in a kidding manner. "As a matter of fact Mom, I've got to be at Sam's by 7:30!" "Well then, you'd better go and get cleaned up. Dinner will be ready inten minutes."I made my way upstairs and washed my hands and face. The twins, Jola andTeddy seemed to be getting on famously. I toyed with the idea, just for amoment, of putting them. Daddy wasn't very good but he was very fast. No script, make it up as yougo and put the prints in the theaters by Wednesday . Sam Trent was famousin the industry as a prick. A screamer and a liar and a prick .I wonderedwhat he had been like as father.By Hollywood standards, that was a hard reputation to earn. He hadmarried maybe six times and dumped all six in the days before palimonyand the parade of sometime actresses and left-footed dancers, who hadabandoned their "careers" for the pasha's. ‘Tell me this is the imagination of some pervert, Uncle Frank’? I was mock weighing it as it flopped around in my grasp, I loved the feel the feedback gave me, a life like cock shape that turned me on, I felt as if I were a babe in a pram, and without doubt, this would probably by the correct dimensions. ‘I think you might struggle to accommodate one that size’, he said, looking down at my crotch as emphasis to what he was implying. ‘What about this one’, I asked, reaching out for an average. Slowly, yet very deliberately, Thomas lifted them up and spread her legs further apart before setting them down so her feet could rest on the table. Linda gasped, her breathing ragged and shallow as she allowed herself to be placed into a most vulnerable and exposed position. She knew it was more than the late summer heat that sent drops of sweat running between her breasts and moisture to collect at the mouth of her tiny pink vagina. She felt the soft tee-shirt mold itself to her, exposing her.