From the looks of him I would guess that he has an eight to nine inch pleasure tool to work with. As much as I wanted this night to be about Lilly and...her father connecting, still there was apart of me that wanted to feel Joe Tuner’s big tool inside me too. The doorbell ringing snapped me out of my haze, as I ran to answer the door. But, first taking a quick look in the hallway mirror to see if everything was were it should be. Daddy was right, I looked so hot, and yes I was ready to fuck. I. “I hope the fuck you are kidding,” I suggested. “Let’s keep it down to the three of us.”“I knew that you would wimp out,” she said.“There is a difference between wimping out, and acting sensible,” I said. “One day you will learn the difference.”“Speaking of acting sensible, when are we going to go for Hammer,” she asked.“Truth is I’ve decided to stay out of prison. A couple of well placed comments on super pimps face book and Hammer is history. After that we would just need to wait for the dead. "Is this good?" I asked."Yes," answered my husband, "I don't think he'll be able to beat it."I knew that we couldn't afford a $22,000 debt, but I also knew that we already couldn't afford $11,000 so I whispered "yes." Sorry," whispered my husband as I followed him into the kitchen. When we got into the kitchen I could see John leaning back on a chair with a big shit eating grin across his face. I was glad to see that the other guys had already left."Is she agreeable?" asked John."Yes," answered. I waited for a few minutes before she walked out, but I didn't see her little something. I watched from my recliner as she laid back on the couch and began to touch her breast, making her nipples hard, and also my cock. I watched, as her hands roamed her body, slowly moving her hands down to her wet pussy. She slowly rubbed her clit, as she slid two fingers inside her wetness. She loved feeling how wet she was. She was moaning, and it was driving me crazy, as I started to stroke my cock while.