Then she asked if I thought she was pretty as the girls in the video. I turned my head towards her and said . You are more beautiful then those girls!...She smiled and kissed my cheek. Then she said I love to make one of those video if you like? I thought shit why not her Mom was working. I said ok but you can't tell anyone not any of your friends and please not your Mom. She said Ok! I said ok Can Daddy open your rope? Sure Daddy!What you gonna do to me first? I said lay back and not to worry .. I knocked on her door one day and asked if I could come in her room. She was fine with that and we started what was to become a longer term friendship. It turns out where we though we were artists, Cassy really was. Her drawings were almost like photos. Cassy’s paintings also were well beyond her years. She left us all in the dust, yet hid them away. I encouraged Cassy to display them, but she was very introverted and used her art as a way to express herself then hide them away. Her confidence. Ashlynn was positioned over me so that her head was steady bobbing up and down. We knew we had to be quiet, but Hell I was getting there, and I placed my hand on the back Ashlynn’s head, and began to pump the head of my dick into the back of her throat.Now it was my turn for my hips to start bucking. As they began to twitch, Ashlynn Luker pulled out to my head, gave my shaft a few pumps, then rubbed my balls, and that was that. As I unloaded, she lifted off and took three good, heavy shots of. I was so going to get them back for that!Cindi and I had a great time walking through all the sidewalk art exhibits. We even found the display for the lady for whom Papa was building the studio. She was a portrait artist, and wouldn’t you know that one of the paintings she was showing was one of Papa, Nana and Jethro. She recognized me and gushed to everyone in earshot what a terrific guy my grandfather was. We walked through the streets for an hour or so then headed over to the Sea Deck. We.