"I'm a fat pig, no one wantsto see me in a dress." That's not true," Jennifer said as she watched Diane reach intoher purse and pull something out. "T...hat uniform doesn't look badon you. Besides, it's what's inside that counts." Please," Sally responded sarcastically. "Men want to see girlslike you in those kinds of dresses, and women like me in thesekinds of uniforms. That's the way it is." What happened, Sally?" Jennifer asked carefully. "I know Al'sdeath upset you, but why did you give up?. But we need to somehow have the capability to defend ourselves on day one. Something beyond a citizen militia of guerilla fighters that is." So, how do you get the Israeli, Canadian and Japanese Prime Ministers to come to us and talk?" Gary asked. "One of us going there could raise some sort of Homeland Security flag. We aren't trying to bring down the US Government, just ask them to leave the occupied territory they refuse to defend." Hopefully," Grif offered, "they will accept an invitation. I always took those opinions as nice, but somewhat biased because of the context- a young slutty boy-toy or gurlie-boi who was happy to perform on older nasty guys. Now, with this new friend, I had another chance to test my skills and see if I received the same compliments. I was constantly curious and saw this as a chance for some unbiased legitimate assessment of my skills. I thought I was hot, but I wanted to know how other felt.I went down on him, and though at that point I was no “expert”. I pushed his cock deeper into my throat as I continued to play with his balls. Let’s just say that my father didn’t need much convincing after that.I stood up and walked back over to the counter where I sat on it once again. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked.He nodded. “But this is wrong.” He said.“Daddy, it isn’t wrong.” I insisted. “We just love each other.”My father stood up, walking right out of his boxers and pants and stood in front of me. “It is wrong.”I smiled as I felt him move closer to.