." Not me, Silkie, I don't want anything there except a pinky finger, and even that, not all the time..." Casper, if I offered up my ass, would you ta...e it?"Casper paused. "Oh my goodness,well, I would, yes, I believe I would, but I want to play some music for you, not just jump on your lovely bones. I come to this bar, sure, maybe I'll meet someone, but I'm not a total slut. Some things I will do and some I won't. I just looking for something friendly, you know..." That's not what I was. I noticed how Oliver looked at my top, which Mark forced me to wear. Oliver was a nice man, short, blonde hair, grey eyes, not blue like Mark’s. Oliver was 6'0 and more slender than Mark. I greeted him as well, after I took my bag to get my laptop ready. I was going to be taking notes of the conversation they had. I started to walk to the desk when I clumsily tripped, spilling the contents of my bag everywhere. I apologized and quickly gathered my belongings. I organized my things and everyone. It was hard to believe that this hyperactive woman was the child of a Nobel Prize winner. She just didn’t seem intelligent enough to have that in her genetics.“I’m really proud of him. He’s a very smart and thoughtful man. He’s a lot of fun, although not as much fun as Daddy Ed.”Bess said, “I met your father, Ed Biggers. He doesn’t strike me as a fun person at all.”“You’ve never seen him play hunt the bug-eye monsters. He’s a lot of fun,” Betsy said.Bess said, “With such a large family it must. He shivers at my touch, his little entrance twitching. Lightly, I slip the tip of my finger inside. He's really tight, so I slowly go deeper, putting a bit if pressure on his prostate as I go, making him gasp. I slide it in and out of the snug band of muscle a few times, then slip in another as I feel it give. Eyes closed and lips parted, he writhes with pleasure, taking his hard dick in his hand and pumping up in time with each finger stroke of that sweet spot inside, but it's not what I want,.