I'd crouch down and offer her the palm of my hand to sit on, with the fingers bent back like waiters do when carrying trays above their shoulders. Thi...s made for a very good launch platform, and for a pleasant ass grope. I'd use my other hand to hold her arm for stability during the launch. The launch itself was my thrusting up with my legs and arm, shot-putting the girl high in the air. Most of the girls weighed about a hundred pounds, more or less, so with my arm strength plus an additional a. He had said he wanted a trike like mine. I had no idea he planned to ride it to my morning place as well."Where is the shyster?" I asked."You should have known she would sleep late. You did keep her up most of the night," Bart said."Hell tell her to send me a bill." I thought a minute then added, "Actually I should send her one. She loved rubbing my nose in her smarts. That had to be worth something," I said."She might be gloating after she wakes up, but unlike you she can't operate on two hour. An old incumbent was retiring, and Big Jim wanted to be able to maintain some control over legislation that affected farming in our area, by helping to elect Ed.Big Jim is a big man, at six feet and three inches tall and weighing about two hundred and fifty pounds, and he is heavily built, although not fat. His full head of hair is mostly gray, and he is ruggedly handsome. His huge farm is only a mile from our farm, and he stopped by on a Friday evening to talk with us about Ed running for the. “What are you?” again he asked, “I’m a whore” I started, “I’m your whore” I added softly. He now looked over at Jon who had followed me into the bedroom, then back at me, “You like dressing like a whore?’ he asked. “She likes dressing like a whore for her husband” I heard Jon say. “And you?” he asked again. “I like dressing like a whore” I said. Another hard slap went across my face, knocking me off a bit to one side. “I like dressing like your whore” I said again. “Stand up” he commanded.