” He said, pointing at the watercolor he was standing in front of. “You want to buy it?” I questioned. “Yeah.” I knew this was a pity purc...ase. My gallery was not booming, but I was doing well enough, all things considered. I didn’t want him buying one of my paintings, because he thought I needed him to. “It’s sold.” I lied. “Damn, I really like that one, it’d look great in my dining room.” He commented, holding his stare on it as he walked back over to the counter. “Maybe I’ll work on. ”“In what way?”“Well, she’s a lot older and therefore a lot slacker down there for a start.”“Mmmm. And you like a tight little cunt don’t you Daddy dear?”“Yes. But I also appreciate a nice big one that I can get my whole fist up occasionally.”“Oh Wow!”“Now go and shower and get dressed, my sweet little whore. Quick! Before your mother comes home.”Lucretia giggled and placed a kiss on her fathers’ nose and walked from the bedroom and Tom lay and watched the sway of her hips and the tight. After a few moments, his cock slipped from her nether regions, its purpose served. When they had both regained some measure of composure, Marcy pushed Paul off of her and stepped into the full shower stream, breathing out a deep breath like a woman who had just enjoyed an invigorating session at the gym. Paul, whose heart was still pounding, rolled around so his back was to the wall, supporting most of his weight. Not bad, Marcy teased with a frustrating air of indifference. Paul knew he. War, it seems, brings out the ugliness in even the most beautiful of beings. I regret what I have been forced into doing as much as you and many of your fellow officers do.But I would not, could not, stand idly,and watch,? her voice grew in intensity and gained strength as she continued, ?as yet another world of my people was ravaged by your rapacious Federation. I personally would not tolerate such a thing if there was any way to prevent it. Neither would any of my people.? ?No one would.