.. making a lot of money ... would you tell Al?" Fuck, Jake. What kind of a question is that?" Yeah. Sorry. Maybe I should have turned it around. If A... made a bunch of money, would he tell you?" That isn't any better! Besides, don't you think that doesn't go through my mind every month. We live on Al's commissions. We live month to month. Some months are good and some aren't. We get by, but shit, it's tough some times. I'd hate to think Al would hold out on me." I think that's what's bugging. ” Jim slowly ran his hands along the side of his hair and down the back of his neck. He watched her eyes follow the movement of his hand, then her luscious lips light up with a smile. “And then you’ve got to check out the size of his feet. Those two things are pretty accurate indicators of the size of a man’s package.” “Oh really? Well your hands certainly seem to be of adequate size, maybe I should check out your feet.” “Maybe you should.” No sooner had the words escaped his mouth than she was. When do you knock off?” “Seven.” He still didn’t look up. “Must get a bit lonely,” she said thoughtfully. She hadcollected all her bits and was ready to go. He said nothing, just shrugged. “Listen, I’m parched. I’m going to grab a cup of coffeebefore I go.D’you want one?” He looked up at last. She had long curly chestnut hairtied at the back. As she stood before him, he had toadmit that she looked attractive. In her. I resolved that when this month, this freaky February month was over, I would feel Daddy's lips on my cunt just like he was doing right now. I looked at my face and knew my Mother was LOVING this...because she needed it...and because it had been such a fantasy for both of them for so long.She put her hands down in Daddy's hair and said, "Eat my pussy Daddy. I have fantasized about this moment for years. You are getting me very very wet Daddy. I think I might soon be wet enough to try to.