The books never stated how it worked, just that it did if the giver had faith. Believed.My eyes roam the floor and fall upon Zara's photograph.I belie...e. And have more faith than most.Spectral fingers slither up my thighs and I tense as they break and dissolve into particles of vapour, leaving dewdrops clinging to my shaved lips. Like waves lapping at my spread, repeatedly they encroach, each time daring to forge further.The wind picks up around me, eddying, drying me momentarily, only for the. I wordlessly walked over to the guys, lowered myself to the floor and saw that all three cocks were out.I crawled over to the first one. Jake, a player on the basketball team when I'd last coached, and silently took his cock into my mouth."Coach Barry, if I'd only known this on our road trips," Jake quipped."Dad?" I heard a moment later.I pulled back and said, first to Jake, "Yes, you could have dunked more than just basketballs." Shit," he laughed.I turned to Ben and said as he stared at me. Keeping her mind focused on work helped to dull the strangeness of what she was doing.“Wonderful. I guess not having to buy clothes leaves you with a lot of spare money. I make out better here in three days than I do at two or three county fairs. Not as much competition for one thing, and you have a semi-captive audience.”“That sounds promising,” Vanille remarked with genuine enthusiasm.“My next batch should be ready for turning, so I’ll leave you to get set up. If you need anything, I’m right. Hearing that fake accent and her gorgeous body was a major turn on. When I looked a the camera closely I noticed behind her was a whole bunch of bikinis and swim trunks for the upcoming late spring, summer, and early fall swimming and sunning season. I asked her about those and she explained that her office was also a storage space. I questioned why she had an office at the age of 17. She said cause I've been with this company for 3 years and I am that damn good at my job. She had worked for.