“Why the hell would I tell her that, I don’t have a death wish or want to spend the rest of my life with no balls, why would you even think about ...e doing that?”She took another sip before answering me.“Oh I think she will know or at least guess you’ve been screwing the ass off me Daddy, Mum’s not stupid...or quite as boring as you seem to think, don’t forget I was here way before you turned up and let’s just say Mummy’s no saint, I heard things and saw things when I was little, oh she never. You know you go on Wednesday?’ ‘Yes, let me see,’ and I joined them. Geoff began to speak, but I stopped him. ‘Let Jenny explain it to me.’ She flushed and looked uncertain. ‘Go on,’ said Geoff. ‘Tell him. Sell it to him.’ She did. She had mastered the technical details and knew the limits of the component parts and how the unit would fit into the larger machines they were wanting to make. She was hesitant at first, but as she went on she became more confident and by the time she reached the. She groaned silently, pleasurably, in anticipation. She closed her eyes, fingered Frankie’s balls, and let her tongue loll pleasantly all over that stiff stick of pleasure.She felt some pre-come fluid in her mouth. She swallowed it. She anticipated gallons of fluid, when he came. And she’d love it.Frankie was fingering her thighs. Her sleek, soft flesh felt wonderful under his soft, sensuous touch. Higher and higher his hand rode up her skirt.Finally it rested on her already moist, juicy cunt,. " Did she know the clothes were for you?" She figured it out." We're done. Let's go over to the Malt Shoppe and celebrate. Jed youare a fantastic shopper and I think we will have a very interestingpaper. Things certainly went differently than I had thought they might,especially after the first store on Tuesday."We went to the Malt Shoppe and each had a nice rich chocolate malt. Welaughed a lot and talked about all the things that had happened thenheaded back to the apartment."Aren't you going.