She stood, looking down, first at my face, then at my still semi-erect cock. “Haven’t had enough, I see.” Patting her panties, she added, “If ...ou want some of this, you’re going to have to earn it.” I reached for the waistband, to pull them off. She slapped my hands and said, “Take them off with your teeth,” She stepped up, pressing the damp musky fabric to my face. God, it was heavenly. Her scent drove any thoughts of stopping this away in an instant. I wanted her. I needed her. I grabbed the. I had no idea how this was going to turn out. I had a million things I wanted to ask her but didn't dare. I could feel the pressure building.By Saturday afternoon I was a basket case. I had made a dozen plans and pitchforked them all. I had thought about all the things that might alter the way our early and later relationship would take. I had the outline of a plan, but no solid script that filled in the gaps.Annabelle Margaret Caulfield was something of a contradiction, at least to me. She was. Ashley crawled over my thighs and laid face down, centering her bubble butt over my right leg. She mewled as she rested her head on her hands and looked at me.“I’ve missed you, Daddy. We have, like, a lot of catching up to do.”“We certainly do, my little love.”I began spanking her lovely ass with just some moderate, borderline friendly little slaps. My hand didn’t even raise a foot off her skin, so these were fast but light slaps. Ashley moaned as my hand traveled fully over one cheek and then. In my many years I have come to a conclusion that one useless man is a shame, two is a law firm, and three or more is a congress. -- John Adams2. If you don’t read the newspaper you are uninformed, if you do read the newspaper you are misinformed. -- Mark Twain3. Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But then I repeat myself. -- Mark Twain4. I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift.