“Baked salmon. I hope you like fish.” I mostly don’t like fish, but this salmon was excellent. It went reasonably well with the Chardonnay I’d...brought. Susan’s husband, Dominic, had opened a Pinot Noir. I kept my mouth shut about only white wine with fish, didn’t everybody know that, and was glad I did. His wine went better with this salmon than mine. The group did the dishes. The adults topped off their wine and carried their glasses with them to the living room. Ashley sat close to her dad on. I tried to hide my face by drinking the Coke. "So how's school?" she asked after a good minute of awkward silence. "Huh? Oh, um... Great! You know, college, tests, notes." "That's good! I bet you also go to all the parties." "I'm not really the partying type." "Really? Spending all your time with that girlfriend of yours?" "Oh, um... Kate and I broke up about two weeks ago." "John never mentioned that! How come?" "Well I guess she wasn't quite... Uh... Mature enough for me. She was always a bit. .. aaaaahh... you girls know what I like!" Brad gasped out his commentary as she continued to copulate his rampant rod. She wished Brad would start fingerfucking her again - the combination of cock in her mouth and something in her pussy would be sure to get her cookies off!"Wait a minute, Brenda... I want to try something else," he said after about thirty seconds of her cocksucking. He sat up, his stomach hitting the back of her head and Brenda raised up, letting his prick slide out of her. “These people live their lives using that which they have available,” I explained. “They are hard-working, good people who haven’t made it up the career ladder, or who are doing as much as they are capable of doing. While crude, there is a saying that someone has to cook the french fries at fast-food restaurants.”I knew they had never seen this side of the world. Why would these girls ever need to see it? If they are going to the most powerful women in the world, then they need to know how.