Turning twenty just as the mad and glorious sixties were ending, he had hopped a westward-bound Greyhound and somehow ended up in LA.Six months later ...he had scraped together enough. He mailed out a money order for $350. This had damn well better be worth it. Here he was, broke, working at a minimum wage job, inexperienced sexually, and having the gall to think he could make money off women.An envelope arrived in the mail. The return address read Bizop, Inc. Inside were a couple of paragraphs on. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.“Don’t be,” I told her. “Just promise me two things. First, demand a prenup and word it so it ties his hands tight. Now that you know you can get slammed in a divorce, protect yourself.”She nodded and smiled at me a little. “I think I can handle that. And the second?”“Make me your first phone call if he screws up his second chance,” I told her with a sad smile.She laughed and hugged me, her eyes tearing up a little. “I wish I could help you with Barb,” she whispered. The wetness surrounding her anal opening sent her into another, but milder, orgasm as she walked into the kitchen with the empty cereal bowls and past her dad.“How’s she doing, Daddy?”“She’ll be fine. I just gave her another chance to get even with you. Nat’s got a nice bedroom. I wouldn’t mind going over there more often to give her my injections of baby juice. I don’t know if I can get used to all the purple in the room, though. Her sheets, phone, radio, and even slippers are purple! . ..dad let them in, I met them on the stairs, and to my room we went.No pretend, they were there for head, and I sucked them both much the same way. Jason was mean to me...calling me names like dad didslut, whore, cum bucket...and he would try to be rough by shoving his cock in and out of my mouth...but the little guy could not really hurt me, he was like I said only 4 inches long and not thick. Brian seemed to like this, and he would play along too..but his cock would gag me as hefucked my.