I had already done my homework and I discovered her daddy was retired real estate investor that had made a bundle on the Las Vegas development boom. H...r mom was a former Miss Sacramento and she had made it to the finals out in Lake Tahoe right in the Bill Harrah Casino where she met Weston Earp with his customary cowboy boots and a wide-brimmed hat that made a statement about his fetish for riding and “breaking in” any filly he met with a tight pussy and lots of smiles for everyone around. Two other artists at this show expect my attention, I suspect." With that, he walked away with Sherry on his arm.Frazier sidled up to me. "What did Dr. Crane say?" he asked."Not one word." Really?" Not a word. That is a frustrating man."Frazier laughed. "He's that. We'll know what he thinks on Sunday morning when his column hits the newsstands." What do you know about his niece?" I asked."Sherry?" Yes." Be careful with that one, Brent. She's a piranha. She chews up young artists, spits out. He thought she looked at his erection, but his nearsightedness made it difficult to tell. She said, ‘Please lie down on your stomach.’ Jack did as bid, and Yashiko splashed hot water across his back. It felt good–not scalding, but definitely warm. Then he felt her hands on his back, coating it with some sort of liquid soap. He could feel it foaming up as she worked her hands up and down his back, and his erection grew even harder, pressing into the soft matting of the table. She soaped his. He took her ankles in his hands, spread her legs apart, and started to slam into her. She squirmed and moaned as he fucked her. Man, what a hot sight to see. He held her legs up and apart like he was going to make a wish. His thrusts were powerful and fast. Her entire body was recoiling from the impacts. Her tits moved in waves, recoiling from the assault on her body. She was moaning out loud, mumbling unintelligible things, but every now and then you could make out a “fuck me” or.