What are you good at?”“JJ Well Im a good baker, good cook, sing in the choir. But it would take too long to make £1200, the bill would be in long...before that.”“Jane you are a good lookin woman you could make money from that.” He was thinkin that sex would be the way but wanted her to come up with the idea.“But how JJ? How could I become a model, I dont know the first thing about it and dont know how to get an agent.”“Think about it Jane in what else is it important to have good looks?”“Film but. Yeah, real good.Two tours for Uncle Sam a decade gone made me tough, mean, and evil. Did a buncha stuff in the army, killed me some stinkies; but, learned me no goddamn fancy career—they'd lied to me 'bout that. Really pissed me off too. I wanted to do that computer stuff, but my fucking test scores weren't no good. Oh, they, my scores, were good enough to get me in; but instead of to school to learn computers, they learned me how to shoot and fight—I already knew how to do those—oh yeah, and. While I did, she put her hand on my hard forearm and paced my strokes. She was talking in my ear, and it felt fantastic. I hadn’t noticed, but my breath was short and quick. Still, she never let the pacing change. Even as the precum made my cock slick, she made me keep the same slow but steady rhythm. I started to get light-headed. Her fingers firmly grasped my forearms and stopped my stroking. She asked me if I wanted to sit. It was strange to understand her words again. I didn’t or couldn’t. ”“How long did it take for you to get pregnant?” Craig asked.“Just over six months,” Carol replied, “we were on the point of giving up, Grandad was getting frustrated because he couldn’t fuck me though he never said anything.”“Yes and you were missing his big cock pounding up you,” Tom laughed.“Yes, okay l was,” Carol replied, giving Tom a playful punch on his arm. “But then l missed my period, l was afraid to say anything in case it was a false alarm but when l went for my regular check up at.