..use that looooooong tongue of yours.....ohhhhhh such a goood doggy!" Her degrading words made me more excited as I fucked my daughter wit... my tongue. To my shame I was really enjoying her taste and I couldn't get enough. I wiggling my tongue deep inside my daughter's tight vagina to get more of her sweet nectar. As she held my head tightly against her, Stacy had placed her legs over my shoulders. As she jerked her hips against my tongue her shoes began. I don’t eat pussy, but you can go down on me anytime.She stood there with a scolding look, obviously overhearing our sex talk earlier, but Dirk never flinched.”Anytime?” he answered back, apparently ready to take the mature waitress up on her offer. Evelyn gazed at him with her beautiful blue bedroom eyes, not concerned one bit that he was hitting on her in front of me. She walked over to the front door and locked it, flipping over the “Closed” sign, before returning and leading us up to her. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. An area of real opportunity.He was sceptical and pointed out the big money was in sale and installation. "Not for you, it isn't." I bluntly pointed out. He just wasn't getting the work. Just about every small business does this. They got after the big money and never look for the real opportunities. My Action Plan, essentially a complete business plan but going well beyond the normal parameters, included a lot of minor details but things I considered critical.Replace the bright blue, mag.