For the first time, I was the one who asked for a family meeting. We gathered in the family room, and I explained the situation."That's sure enough a ...pickle", dad grunted. "If they're as good a farmers as you suspect, I'd hate to see 'em go belly up. This country needs folks like that, and there's too darned few of 'em left. Heck, if we had that kind of money, I'd lean towards taking a chance on lending it to them. We don't, though."Grandpa looked at me, and spoke before I could. "I know what. She was ... she was ... so broken..."Just hearing the words, without seeing it, made my stomach turn."Mr. Davidson?"Bret Wallinsky was a tall Brit, wire haired, big nosed, and the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life. He was dressed in slacks and an open necked shirt, under which I saw a large silver Star of David pendant."Gail called me and gave me the details. I've been on the phone with Dr. Sloane and some specialists here. I don't have my team here, but I'll do what I can and the. Stealing a glance up at him, I saw he had his eyes closed, and he was moaning softly and saying, "Yeah, yeah, suck it. Suck my balls." I was so happy that I was able to give him this pleasure, I was moaning a little by now, myself.I still didn't get the mouthful of his load that I wanted, though. I felt him sit up and grab my head, pulling me off of him, turning me around on the bed. He started to position me on my hands and knees, but then changed his mind and guided me onto my back. His cock. ”“Yeah. Oh shit. I tried to stop. I tried to put it out of my mind. But the thoughts just kept coming. Was what the psychologist told me really true? If a dad were to jerk off in his daughter’s underwear, could it be ... just because he liked how the material felt? Could a dad actually do that ... without having sexual feelings ... for his mother, daughter ... whatever?”By then I pretty much knew where Sam was going. I had known Natalia her whole life. She had always been gorgeous. She still is.