"I want to cum for you Daddy!" Elly cried as her hand pushed and pulled her toy in and out of her body.Ron was standing between her legs and watching....He knew he should not do it but suddenly his fist pumped his cock harder. He wanted to cum! He wanted to cum on her freckled skin! Her stomach...pussy...tits and most of all on her pretty face!Elly looked up at her Daddy as he pumped his cock and looked at her with a burning hunger. Then he started to shoot his cum. The first blast landed on her. The apartment included a generous living room, with a comfortable sofa for three, beanbags on the floor, a couple of tables, a TV and a sound system with large speakers. On one of the corners there was a small kitchen area with an electric cooker, an oven, a microwave, a combined fridge and freezer, and a sink. There were even some cupboards, though space was limited. By the kitchen there was a counter with stools. Through doors on either end of one of the walls, there were two bedrooms with. Uh – yes they have multiple accounts.”“Can you tell me if they are independantly wealthy?”“No, I am pretty sure they aren’t but they certainly aren’t poor. I know that Flo has gotten much richer lately. But what has this to do with us?”“I haven’t any real proof yet but I believe Fred has murdered my mother, my old boy friend Ted, and my dead husband Henry. I also think he pushed Flo down the stairs or beat her up so that she lost the baby.”“God! I don’t know what to say? This is pretty. He's been making a nice contribution, and he's got —- I don't know -— maybe four years of major league experience. Sending him back down will be hard." If I know McPhail, he's going to ask you about Turley's trade value." You mean he's going to ask me if I have any objection to trading him. McPhail will already know his value." We might-could get a young pitcher for him," Arlie said."Yeah. It occurred to me. But nobody who's likely to help us that much right away." True, but a trade would be.