"Isn't she beautiful?"I nodded. She was beyond pretty. Even in monochrome, she appeared to be glowing as if lit by some internal light. She was smilin... at me as if she knew one day I would see this photograph. I bit my lip as I felt a well of tears and ran over to give Gran a hug. Was I going to look like her when I grew up?"Her name was Jennifer." she whispered giving me a pat on the back.I jerked back and gasped with surprise. But that was MY name! Mom rested her chin on the top of my head as. OK?"By now I was so rattled that I just told her OK to get her off the phone.I glanced back at my computer. The groan just emerged from my throat without any conscious thought.According to my email software, there were now 478 new messages in my in-box. And more were still coming.Just then, the phone rang. Instinctively I picked it up, without bothering to check out the caller ID."Hey, bitch, I can come over and take care of that itch of yours. When I shove my nine inches down your throat...". . I heard her start to moan from his room and I knew that Sam started fucking her and enjoying his new privileges! I started stroking my dick enjoying the sound of her moans, but once she started calling out to me"Oh baby it feels so good! He's fucking me so hard! Where are you?" I couldn't help myself I went to Sams room for a better look.I walked in and she was on top of him in reverse cowgirl, he was thrusting up into her as she bounced on his cock.Sue: baby he feels so good inside of me!. You?" I am interested in the corporate finance. I am an accountant. I work for an oil company.'"Ha! The oil girl from Texas? I thought the oil business was the sort of place where a man has to do what a man has to do?" Yes-sir, there are plenty of them, believe me. My daddy for one. But these days you need more that a gang of roughnecks with large noisy machines." Roughnecks?" That's oil slang for the men who work on the oil rigs and platforms." You mean that's not you?" Very funny. Nope. I'm.