Tiff had been able to spin that as marketing strategy.Charlie started trying to explain a proposal she had carefully prepared with our accountant abou... dividends. I couldn’t really follow as she went through the various tax considerations and advantages for Jim and Ms Duncan. Tiff kept saying she didn’t want her own bank account.The three girls and I now each had a twenty percent share in a company set to have a turnover in the tens of millions and a profit in the millions by this time next. Peters eyes seemed to widen as I recounted the stories, and a definite bulge started to appear in his trousers. He suggested that perhaps we could help each other out with a little relief of our own. This gave my own cock a reason to wake, and liked the thought of playing with a man again.Still sitting by the kitchen table, I lowered my hand to the buttons on my jeans, and slowly undid them, with Peter following suit as he undid his belt and lowered the zip. In unison, we slid hands inside, and. Cumming inside a person who really does not want you is like pissing, it's just fluid. I needed more, and to be honest so did she. We both wanted to be loved, to feel close to the person we were fucking. That was impossible for us. My daughter Susan was growing up. She was understandably a daddy's girl. Oh she loved her mother, respected her, but they were not close. By the time my wife reached out for her it was too late. She was a teenager, While not a stranger, her mother was more like a. "And 'Jesse' and 'Jessie' will end up almost assimilar as their names. A little bit altered is all. No one willmind, and no one will be surprised."This last surprised me. I raised one eyebrow. She explained."You've never seemed terribly masculine, honey. A few people haveasked me if I thought you were gay, not muscle gay like some menbut femme gay. Girly gay. I've wondered. That's why I offeredyou the option last night. But you preferred this one."I didn't 'prefer' it, I accepted it. .