‘I’m afraid,’ she says, and hesitates a little, squeezing me all the while, ‘that…that the answer is both talk some and shut the hell up som...e. For right now, anyway. ‘We are not good enough, or far enough along in this, this, fuck – call it a fuck for now – to dare stop talking – or shutting up as the case may require. By the way, the word ‘relationship’ is out.’ ‘Granted. Oh, yeah. Of course. Totally agree. I’ll never use that one,’ I nod. ‘Better even to say, like, marriage, or married, or. "Oh yes, I'm sopping, Brad. Can't you smell me?" She spread her legs and raised her starched skirt at the same time.I did catch a whiff of some odor, warm, moist, faintly like... my mind said, She's in heat, Brad!I looked toward the partly open doorway just as a man put his face and head in."What's going on here?" he said, trying to be stern. I caught a glimpse of a white coat, so I knew he was either an intern or a resident, no real authority."Close the door, stay away and tell others to stay. $50 million was the bid before before I just upped the price to get all of the wish I want crowd out the way. Or wish I could buy me a sports outfit.” I said. “You did what?” Dad asked me surprised at what I just said. I said I intend to purchase the Los Angeles Lakers, and the Kings and a 13,000 acre ranch for for at least $80 Million. “Son I will say it again when you intend to buy something you sure do go big, cause you damn sure ain’t going home, empty handed!” Daddy yelled out loud. You. I don't know what she did while she was gone, but I was left strugglingfor what felt like tens of minutes in my horny stupur. Hopelesslystruggling to get my hand to move through her sticky silk and pull mysword out so I could finally masterbate. But I couldn't and she finallyreturns."Come on," I tell her, "please let me cum," by now the venom had wornoff.She finally answers in a creepy voice, "Is that all you want, youbimbo?" For god's sake YES. Where have you been? What are you some.