In fact, he was dressed in fine clothing that look better than what the party was dressed in. The half-orc was tall, and stood high above Nat, especia...ly when she was seated.The half-orc looked down at them and said, “I hear that you’re adventurers?”Nat looked up defiantly and replied, “What’s it to you?”The half-orc replied, “My name is Vertheg, and my master has tasked me with finding capable adventurers.”Nat looked a little appeased by that reply, but continued to stare at Vertheg.“Who is. " I said irritatedly. Dad - "Well you shouldn't be sitting here on your ass all damn day." He said angrily J - "what will you have me do?"Dad - "How about go hang with friends or come with me up north?" I hated going up north with him! It was always so boring and it was definitely nothing to do up there. I'd rather stay home and do what I usually did, I had to figure out a way to get out of that.J - "Dad no, please!"Dad - "Well you're not staying here by yourself for the week." J - "Where could. Catherine had dropped her purse. That must have been why she came home so quickly, Donna realized. She'd forgotten it.Walter turned around when he heard the noise, his eyes growing wide as he saw his wife. How could he possibly explain the scene she saw in front of her? His pants down, his stiff cock starting to soften, as his daughter rested on her knees with her face covered in cum?Luckily, he didn't have to. Before anyone could speak, Donna's mother spun around and stormed out the back door.. And if I did, retired Homicide Captain Dave Jennings certainly did.“What’s this about? We’re just a little shelter. Hanging on as best we can.”Our financial adviser, Gertie Oppenheimer, had explained what advantages a 501© (3) operation like St. Jeremy had. “No federal income tax liability, that’s the main thing. Once the fucking IRS, those cocksuckers, approves it. Plus donors get a tax write-off.”“What looks odd about St. Jeremy?”Gertie and I were, courtesy of the Sullivan twins, leafing.