”She thought about it and asked, “How many do you expect back each week?”The woman told her it was up to her and how much time she put in on it,...but her best girl was dirtying up fifty pairs of undies a week and seemed to have a high demand for her scent and sexy perfume.Betty did a quick calculation in her head and realized that was the thousand dollars a week that the woman had mentioned.She responded by telling the woman, “I will be over and pick up a box of fifty and I will see if I can. Coz I shave my pubes, my dick looks even bigger than what it is, and it sticks out all proud from my slim body and I can feel a cool breeze blowing round the root of my dick where it’s dead sensitive. And the breeze blows over my smooth balls and between my balls and my arsehole and like there’s a nice big drop of pre-cum on the end of my dick, on the tip of my bell-end which is like well swollen and shiny and purple.After a bit I usually put my clothes back on but this time I grabbed my cock. We will figure this out."Kent had proved to be a surprise for Cooper and Dante. The ghost town had been visited by someone, or someones, and they had left gifts. The most peculiar of which was the fifty caliber machine gun that had been mounted in the old church steeple. Almost as interesting was the stack of boxes they discovered filled with claymore mines.It appeared as if someone had begun preparing Kent to repulse an attack. Perhaps the same someone who had brought them there.There were. I opened the door slightly, just enough so all they could see was my head. Mom was reading a book, and dad was getting his suit out for work tomorrow. "Daddy, there's a bug in my room, kill it!" I exclaimed, and ran back to my room, and went under the covers. Daddy came in a minute later."Where is it hunny?" He asked. I couldn't help but stare at his bulging sack from inside his pants, and it made me even more wet. "On my closet door!" I wimpered from behind my blanket.Daddy walked over to my.