They discovered that baseball players make more, football players make more too. So Barb helped him search and see how many men play professional base...all and how many play pro-football. She helped him with the math and they discovered that out of a million boys less than three thousand would ever make any money playing pro sports. Further they discovered there were millions of people making a good living from playing piano, composing music and teaching. She just let him digest the information. All the girls I've done that to have reacted pretty much like you just did. After you get rested up for a few minutes, I'll do it again if you want?" Oh, I want! Can you really do that for a whole hour? Doesn't your mouth get tired?" I can do it until you get too sensitive to let me keep going. Are you ready for me to start doing it again yet?"She indicated that she was, and I managed to wring another four cums out of her before she finally told me that she couldn't take any more. After first. . but Ethel had too much faith in her Dad to think of him sexually, as a man. She hadn't anticipated the animal within that man."Ethel, be a dear and get Daddy a bottle of wine from the shelf over there," he requested her. "Please."Ethel knew she should protest about him having had so much to drink already, but she also perceived that he must have been thinking of his wife and their marriage. She couldn't blame him; her mother was a difficult person to live with, now that the thirst for. ?” she asked.“Yeah. I still love you babe.”“I did too. I mean I slept with Joe.”“Really?”“We didn’t fuck Eddie. I guess you need to be there. But I had a good time. If you’d come home, you could have joined us.”“You and Joe?”“Joe invited me to his bed.”“With... ?”“Yeah.”“That was nice of him.”“It was.”“You okay?”“I don’t know what I am,” she shrugged. “Shall we go buy a house?”“Yes please.”They walked side by side to the kitchen, not holding hands.“You guys ready?” Joe asked.“Yeah,” said.