As I'm watching I notice her ass hole is spasming open as I watch I can't help but to stick my finger in and she let's out a loud moan then says yes f...ck my ass. She is juicing all the while making a puddle under us. Just as she cums for the third time I pull out move in front of her and tell her to suck me and swallow my cum which she does. I feel my power over her and tell her she is mine alone from now on. She can still show herself to the other men but no more sex. That includes dad. She. “I sure can’t think of one,” I replied.Lisa frowned and said, “How about that you are classically handsome, like Cary Grant? You dress nice, but not flashy. You have enough muscles, but you don’t look gross. A lot of girls think you are out of their league. The rumor is that you are old money from the East Coast, and you have a Vogue model who is your mistress.”“Damn, that’s news to a shy old Iowa boy,” I said.“So how do I get my clothes back?” Lisa asked.“Teach me what to do. I give you a. .. hmm ... could happen. Where was I? Ah ... contemplating what I would do when I caught him. Not if ... when.What did affect us was the rise in prices. It became increasingly expensive to live, let alone deal with petrol expenditures. I bought a diesel Ute. It wasn’t as fast but it did take us where we ... read Jim ... wanted to go prospecting.We went regularly. So did a great many others ... much to our dismay. Gold prices soared. What was once thirty five dollars an ounce had risen to two. I tended not to see him except at breakfast or dinner, and then, the conversation was largely unbearable. Dad would inevitably turn to sport, our single subject of common interest. “Hey, Teddy, you know the last time the Yankees played the Cubs at Wrigley on a 101 degree day, Bernie Williams hit two homers?” I’d nod along, feigning interest, as he reeled off a series of even more mind-numbing stats. Finally, Mom would interject by trying to steer the conversation to art – her single subject of.