I stared at the photo for a while before reading the text message that accompanied it, “I want you both at the same time.”“What a fucking slag�..., I thought. I looked over at Dad, I couldn’t read his reaction but I realised that I still had a lob on in my pants.“You want to share the rest of the spuds, son?”“Er, I’m not sure if I’m hungry enough.”“Well they taste good.” He winked at my Mum. What a bastard, her thinking how charming he was for complimenting her cooking while he was really just. He moved down and started licking my nipple and rolling the other in his fingers. I love having my nipples played with. Theyre really, really sensitive and I could feel my pussy getting wet. He decided to stop playing with my nipple with his fingers and instead moved his hand down along my tummy, down to my thighs and back up the inside of my skirt.He started fingering my pussy and then moved his head down to lick my pussy. I moaned and then he said "shh" into my pussy. Ohh even that made me. You couldn’t earn a 12% return on many investments and as long as I could keep him from getting greedy and over-qualifying people, he’d make out fine on five year contracts with a balloon.So far, he was being pretty conservative and I liked that.By the end of August, I had two sales people and a receptionist. Bruce had landed a nice job teaching theatrical design at a private college on the north side of St. Paul. He had a bit of a commute, but he said he didn’t mind it and his old Fiat was. Her so-called happy marriage was not stable. Many nights, he listened as she let go of all the pain. It was then that Douglas told her, he wanted to be more then just a friend. He was falling in love with her. Spring was just around the corner. The cold winds of winter were blowing across the plains, holding it within its snowy grasp, one last time. Douglas happened to get the run that he wanted, right close to her place. In addition, he had the whole weekend off. Man, what a lucky break this.