”“I know, Gertrude. Market diversification.”Harold, seat belt diagonally across his dark blue blazer, white shirt, Trumpian red tie, dropped the...word ‘market’ into his conversation in record time this morning. Ever since Gertie had agreed to be his financial advisor, he’d taken to her business lessons like a 12-year old getting his first tit.We were on our way to see another fixer-upper, our first outside Harold’s homeland - the Northeast. But the apartment building off 63rd was similar to his. “Except you,” Dad replied. “You are so beautiful and you just look like your mom.” My mom died right after giving me birth and now as I was growing I was becoming more and more beautiful like my mom. My mom had a big ass too which I noticed in some of her pictures. “You are so hot and last week when you gave me a blowjob I just can’t stop thinking about you,” Dad said and moved closer to me. “Dad,” I avoided him coming closer to me. “That was just… I mean it happened, I was just trying to help. Liz sat quietly, murmuring her appreciation.I moved behind Liz and started bathing her back while Cindy concentrated on her front. Eventually, Cindy helped Liz to kneel between us, so we could concentrate on the areas we had already used, and on an area that had not yet been properly explored. As my wife stroked Liz's ripe and beautiful pussy, I bathed her ass, discarding the washcloth to allow my fingers to explore and probe her anus. Liz came again, luxurious and slow this time, when we. "Angus, Angus, Angus, my very dear friend. If I weren't so old I'd marry you!"He burst into laughter. "If ye werrena sae auld I'd ha'e ye, too," he responded. "I' makes me hearr' sing t'see ye sae joyful." And you did it," she told him. "It was you who got through when I couldn't. Oh, Angus, there's no way I can thank you." Yer happiness is thanks enough," he said, smiling.Her face turned serious. "You're not sorry, are you?" she asked with sudden trepidation. "I mean, this is exactly what you.