.”“Just over $92,000 – or $23,000 per split?” I said, calculating quickly in my head.“Stuart, how the hell did you do that – in your head?...�� Dad said, sitting forward in his easy chair.“After I started working with numbers today, I remembered some tricks a buddy at college told me to do division in my head. It’s taken a bit to reboot that process, but it’s coming back to me, working with numbers all day. Oh, with Sari starting up high school, the two weeks of our deal needs to be changed to. I didn’t play easy at all, I was trying to act serious by talking business only about my order, although I had a mini skirt on, showing most of my chubby thighs, a low cut top showing my cleavage and most of the top parts of my big tits, I had some panties on, not a G-strings, but they were red, made of fully transparent type material, barely covering a very small percentage of my bare, pussy and ass once flashed.No need to lie about my being so attracted to that good looking man, especially. I rub that little pearl in slow languid circles. My eyes are fixed on him, watching as he pumps his cock.I pull out my fingers dripping with cream. I reach over and caress the head of his cock. Covering my hand with his, he strokes his cock. His hard cock, warm velvety soft cock under my fist, his hand surrounding mine.I hear his voice, barely a whisper in my ear as he sucks my neck."Spread your legs. Open yourself to me." I comply, easing around until I'm almost facing him. His hand leaves. "But you've given me an idea though." What?" I asked.She didn't tell me but dug the dress out of the closet and went to work on it with a pair of scissors."So what do you think?" she asked.She had cut off the long skirt to make it a mini."Put it on," I suggested.She quickly stripped off her clothes and pulled the dress on."Need to make good the hem," she gasped as she pulled the top up. "Need to lose some weight too, it's a bit tight."She always wanted to lose a few pounds, although I liked her.