I'll talk to you later."Woodson Crossman, or Woody, as most of his friends called him, was busy. He was always busy, or at least he tried to stay that...way. When his daughter called, he was trying to finish some research online so he could complete a letter to the editor of the local newspaper. The city workers who collect trash continue to leave his trashcan in the street, causing a hindrance to traffic. When he finished the research, he planned to go back to the woodworking project he started. ”She didn’t say anything else. She stood up and walked toward the door.“I’m sorry, Katie”, I restated.Instead of walking out, she simply closed the door to my room and walked back over to my desk and sat back down. I figured this was the point she would turn the waterworks on and try to guilt me into passing her, but her demeanor wasn’t sad or desperate at all. Oddly enough, it was confident, even bordering on cocky.“I think we could make an arrangement, Mr. Tasker”, she said.I shook my head,. If he stretches his tongue out just a little, then he can get a taste of her. Shit no! She your fucking daughter, you idiot! He turns his head away.This is when Candace sees that it is going to take just a little more convincing. “So, shall we help you see a need to return the favor?” she asks, giggling. Kneeling next to the man with the tail waving back and forth, she takes his throbbing member in her hand and strokes it with long, slow stroke. Before long, she has him totally under her. " Yeah Harry, except you're the guiding light of the creative genius department and I'm the head detail wizard. But could we cut our time back dramatically? Oh, hell yeah."At the pipe, Margo and Carol joined Patricia, Eddy and Tamara."Damn Eddy, those are some badass briefs," Carol said, eyeing the silk boxers. "I can tell that Tammy picked those out for you." Are you intimatin' that I ain't got no taste when it comes to clothin'?" Eddy grunted."No Eddy, I'm just saying that I'd expect to see.