She had pulled back some of the bed covers and was running one bright red fingernail lightly over my semi-hard member. “Good morning, sleepy.” “...What time is it?” “It’s a little after 9:30.” Her fingernail grazed over the sensitive head of my cock and I grew so hard that my manhood popped out into the open, standing straight and ready. “God, you have a nice cock,” Carol said as she took my shaft in her hand and slowly stroked it. “Do you want to eat or do you want to play?” she inquired. “That’s. I know. I respect your choice. I suspect your approach is part of what has made my daughter so happy. To be sure our way of living hasn't. And I know you haven't kept up your professional licences and insurance..." he looked at me and I shrugged, "which you don't need for the charity audits you do more out of ... charity ... than to earn your beer money."I smiled. 'Beer money' might not be entirely accurate, but to be sure, the money I earned was more in the way of 'pin-money' than a living.The. It sounded so funny and Victorian; like I was royalty or something.I let myself out of her bedroom, spent a moment cleaning up in the upstairs bathroom, before following the sound of blasting music from the TV downstairs. As I came down the hall I saw the back of Lisa’s head on the couch and almost walked right into the room, but something stopped me. I don’t know if it was a sound or smell, but when I stopped and actually paid attention I noticed it. Lisa sat on the couch with her back to. “Yes, sir. I know that you might not approve, but we love each other very much, and I promise that I would never do anything to hurt Cindy, Mr. Carson,” I squeaked out as I forced myself to look him straight in the eye.He didn’t say anything for a minute, nor did he give any sign to what he thought, he just held my gaze and took another puff on his cigar. I had the distinct feeling that I was being measured, and I hoped that it wasn’t for a coffin. Martial arts or not, I respected this man and.