I want a pound. Is it the same price as the other guys?” she asked.“For a while at least,” I agreed.“So 1000 a pound?” she asked.“I can do...that for trash. The good stuff is 1200 wholesale,” I replied. “Give me a key of the good stuff,” she said.“Okay, but that almost wipes out my reserve. Don’t come back again for a while,” I demanded.“I need to tell Sarah you are back in business,” Ester said.“I don’t think she will care,” I replied.“She says only nice things about you,” Ester said.“Too bad,. And sometimes, when she looks at me, I think she might be willing.”I was a bit surprised. He loved his mom and she seemed to be a good mom, though I’ve never met her. I knew she was a fitness trainer and that he had lost his dad many years ago when he was young. He was a fine young man. I thought that maybe I could take her place but I couldn’t. That hurt me a little bit but I understood that I wasn’t her.I thought about what I should say because he was looking to me for advice or maybe. The first clue was when I went to take a piss, she would follow me into the bath room and hold my dick to direct the stream when I was done she would lick my slit clean and dry it with that beauitful hair. When I tryed to tell her no she would just say Your my daddy and I have to take care of you. She refused to were any cloths in the house saying little grils have to be naked at all times to make their daddy horny, on that I couldn't dissagree.That night our first living togther, Sissy said I. ‘Erika said you weren’t married and thought maybe you could use a friend. You know, she really likes you. She says you’re one of her favorite clients and that I’d love working on you.’ ‘I’m flattered,’ I said genuinely. ‘Erika’s a wonderful lady. But look, Jeri, I’m God knows how many years older than you, there are thousands of guys closer to your age who are way better…’ ‘Shhh…’ she said, putting a finger to my lips and chiding me. ‘Enough of that!’ ‘Well, Jeri,’ I said. ‘I’ll pick you up.