Uncle George wasn't really rich, but he had enough money tucked away tomake anyone who knew him interested.It quickly became clear that Uncle George h...dn't left everything heowned to any one person, much to several looks of disappointment.Instead he seemed to have spread his assets around, leaving something tojust about everyone, perhaps to keep anyone from feeling left out. Dadwas given twentythousand dollars, mom an antique mirror that she'dalways admired and Chris was given an authentic. “Yes, I imagine we need to address a few things.”“I’m fielding phone calls left and right, about something I have no knowledge of. It’s time you came clean with me.”“I just finished speaking to a Seattle Times reporter detailing how it’s merely a sculpture based on my recollections of—”“Dad, we both know that’s a load of bull! I know about most of your encounters with these creatures, and you rarely got close enough to witness that level of detail. So cut the crap and tell me what the hell is. When he was finished a heavy, gooey load of sperm giggled like jelly on the bun, much of it soaking into the bread. Mark started to sweat as he pushed his cock back into his pants.He slapped some mayonnaise, mustard and ketchup onto the bun, then added the hamburger patty, cheese, pickles and sweet onions.His knees felt weak as he nervously brought Pamela her burger meal.Mark handed Pamela her meal, and she gave him a snide look and mouthed the word 'loser, ' as she walked away. Jim was still. She gave an artful and convincing display of not quite beingable to bring her right nipple to her lips, regardless of what she hadjust done with her left. She sighed. "It looks like I'm unable to dothat one. I guess I'll have to kiss someone else's for the last thirtyseconds. Sammy, do you mind?" Sammy shook her head mutely, eyes wide.Kala crawled to her, catlike, and when her lips were near Sammy's puffyright nipple, she said. "Thirty seconds again, please, Skip." Uh, yeah, sure," Skip said,.