Whenever she stopped by, she insisted everyone feel the baby kick. She did not wear panties and merely placed the hand up under her skirt. She told me... that my father and two brothers rarely missed an opportunity to play with her pussy. I once saw her take my mother's hand and practically jam it between her legs and hold it there. Mom went beet red, but did not jerk her hand away. Pam told me later that she used her fingers to press two of Mom's into her hole. She held Mom's hand by the wrist,. "I managed to sound very disappointed too. "I appreciate that, Vern," Isighed, not quite theatrically. "So it's back to the drawing board forus to find another investor. Anyway, I appreciate the meals. I hopethings pan out with your investment. Oh yes, please, can you destroythat sheet I gave you about our company."I sat for a few minutes and stared out the window. I had mixed feelings,anger that he and Emma had tried to take advantage of us, that she haddrugged me, a grim satisfaction that we. He fucked me with his new clothes on once a week, I’m guessing because the horniness of his knew life got to be too much. Then one day, we were sitting at the table, both in dresses, he just said it.“I want to arrange it so you can get fucked.”“Why?”“Because I want to see you get pleasure, but I also think it would be hot.”“And you wouldn’t mind just seeing a guy fuck me.” I was flabbergasted. “Hell I wouldn’t mind seeing a bunch of guys fuck you.”I didn’t know how to respond. I just looked at. Who does she think she is, Dolly Dimple? I swear to God if my mother wasn't Jewish I wouldn't be alive today. Show biz! Do me a favor. Go tell it to the East River. Siddown, kid."He popped a pill into his shark-like mouth, washed it down with a swig from a bottle of vodka he kept stashed in his desk, and leaned back with his hands clasped behind his head to survey Tiffany with his beady little eyes.Tiffany avoided his gaze. The office with its shabby dingy walls, plastered with more obscene.