" It doesn't bother me," I assured him with a chuckle. Hell no, she was making my dick hard, but I certainly wasn't going to volunteer that."No one in... the family thinks she's really wild at all – hell, she's barely been out of the house unchaperoned in months. But for some reason, she likes to pretend to be the town slut, just to get their goat I suppose. She claims to be very sexually active, which seems impossible, probably just to outrage her mother. Soledad says not to worry, it will all. "I'll say. Look at you. And you're the artist." Hey, I do it because I enjoy it. Turns me on big time." That's just as obvious from the work as it is from the state of your cock," said Saul. "Will, here's what I want to do. I think your stuff is great enough that you can sell it for good money. You aren't sure. How about I send some of these drawings to people I know who can give you an objective opinion?" Well, I don't have a problem with that. But, suppose, just suppose they say it's. The whole house shookand the central heating kicked into overdrive as the thermostat reactedto the plummeting outside temperature."Here's that storm," Jake said soberly.They walked over to the door and opened it a crack. The wind was howlingand snow was falling in blinding sheets, the roof on the shed was alreadycovered in six inches of snow and it was piling up along the walls of thehouse. Jake slammed the door closed."We better get prepared for a few rough days. You can bet the power. "I opened my eyes and looked around, I must have been really out, becauseit took me a second to figure out where I was.I sat up in the seat and my mother said, "Come on Bob, you need to go inand see your father, he should be in his office."I said, "Okay mom," I said with a yawn.I walked in the house and went to see my father. I don't think I was evermore confident that I was right then. I walked into my fathers office,with my mother behind me and with a smile on my face I said, "What's.