Lorrie and Marcy were in the kitchen, helping me with supper. They were putting the finishing touches on salad with all the bells and whistles. Marcy ...ad slid one of those Sarah James premade sweet apple pies in the oven and was digging through the freezer for ice cream to make it a-la-mode. There is nothing like hot apple pie with ice cream melting the on top for desert.The supper was wonderful. There was plenty of food - even Jenny pushed herself away from the table. "I'm full; no more," she. That certainly wasn't true. There were several bars that I wouldn't go into because of the clientele, several other bars that I was barred from just because of my rough and rambunctious younger days, and several two-bit whores that I somehow missed when I was going through that phase of my "we both know our marriage is over" stage.I went into business for myself about four months ago. My experience to get my license was based upon my six glorious years on the LA Police Force's Homicide Squad.. Emma giggled as Tom turned his attention back to her. I watched out the corner of my eye as they talked about the different things that they had to do today. I watched as Toms finger slowly slid in between her legs making Emma moan. She dropped her robe a little letting Tom suck on her swollen pink nipple. I couldnt stop the tears from falling. They lifted up for a second before sitting back down, both letting out moans. Daddy, youre so big. Emma moaned as she rode Tom at the table. You like. ' With them gone, and Robbie pottering about in his workshop, I duplicated Rebecca's actions of the night before, mixing two pounds of pig-meal with a quart of water, and blending the whole into a thin porridge before pouring it into the funnel. I lingered by the box, listening to the noisy sucking sounds from within and noted the temperature had risen to ninety degrees. The box was in the direct rays of the sun, and I wondered whether to get Robbie to help me wheel it into the shade. But.