Man. A flu epidemic had laid almost half the staff off, so the boss asked me to go and make a provisional estimate."See if there's anything we'd be in...terested in James," he said.There was, but that was when I decided I'd become rich!I'd been allowed to wander all around his house purely to catalogue the paintings, it was what our company would call an average collection, my estimate put it at around six or eight million, then I found the cupboard quite by accident.I'd just about finished and I. I love when guys can do that. He pulled me up and kissed me, then reached over and turned the shower back on. We climbed in and he washed all of his cum off of my body, then he began soaping me up all over. I loved feeling his hands all over as the warm water was washing over us. I leaned forward and placed my hands against the tile then looked over my shoulder and told him to fuck me. Oh god baby, when he slid all the way in me in one stroke I let out a little yell. It didnt hurt, but it. I smiled widely, moving my hips and licking my lips whenever he looked at me. My mind was busy thinking of him running his hands on my body, suckling on my tits and licking at my womanhood as I'd seen in a few of Daddy's porno movies. When it got too hot sitting, I jumped back onto my raft, paddled around the pool cooling off, and then returned to my seat by the adults many times that afternoon. Everyone lined up for grilled hamburgers and hot dogs. We all were grabbing plates and napkins and. ”“Forever? Really?” The shrieker just got replaced by the crier. Big Time!I next started the song, “My Cup Runneth Over,” the Ed Ames version, and said to her, “Let’s dance some waltz, Beautiful.”Claire had never heard this song before and was quietly crying while we danced to it. I did something I hadn’t done before; I pulled her tight up against me, and we danced with new-found emotion. It felt different, a good different. Our bodies were in contact, our chest, our waist and hips. It felt.