Please give a warm welcome to Mr. Stephen Augustus Stapleton, the Third.”“Hey, SAS the Turd, what do you want to say, asshole.”A small chant of ...��SAS the Turd’ broke out in the room. Mr. Stapleton was furious. He stormed up to the microphone and said, “We let every one here think the turn over date was in two weeks. It’s actually tomorrow. Go home. We don’t need you any more.”The man turned and stormed off the stage to angry shouts of ‘SAS, the Turd.’ Mr. Meyers walked up to the microphone with. She could hear the wet sounds of her own fingers as they teased at her sensitive little pleasure nub. The idea that she was masturbating with Shelly made her feel more aroused than she ever had before.Shelly's orgasm came soon after her flow of urine ceased. She whispered Lisa's name very softly several times. She knew that now she was more than a counselor to Lisa and that Lisa was more than just another pube to her. She too, felt a rapidly swelling love for the young teenager inside her own. Anne sighed."I want you to be as proud to be a Duffield as the Duffields are to have you," she admitted."I am proud of you both," Andy cut in."I don't want you proud of us," Anne said. "I want you to be proud of you. I want you to look at yourself and see the same thing that I see - a thoughtful, kind young man that I am thrilled to have as my grandson." I do see myself that way," Andy protested."No," Anne said. "You don't. You see the young man who was raised by a single mother in the poorest. I knew that Icould buy a pretty nice car for relatively cheap, or at least whatSarah might be able to call cheap. I surfed around a couple of theluxury brands I knew: BMW, Mercedes, Lexus. They had nice cars, but Ididn't see anything that just screamed to me to buy them. Perhaps I'dhave to see them in person.Around 11:30 I decided to get ready. I didn't know when Dad would behome to pick me up, and I didn't want to waste a minute of the time wecould be using to shop. After taking a shower, I.