But I wanted to do my tailor job.Together we earned so much money that we built a bigger house with new expensive stuff. I was so happy. Fucking stran...gers was no longer a problem for me. My father had started fucking me less. Actually, very rarely.On his 65th birthday, I decided to surprise him. Actually, I had gone to a politician’s house to fuck him. But at the last moment, he had a heart attack, so without getting any money, I returned home.My father was sleeping. I undressed and crawled. ”“Davis, and Baxterplus Merrill and Holm,This movie is full ofall kinds of bad gnomesThe trouble I’m havingis hard to explainI need a big movie –and to drink some champagne”“All I want is a drink,a blast of something with whiskey,All I want is a drink,and maybe someone to get frisky”“Just let me show everyonewhat I can do,Maybe sing and dance,for a movie or two.An agent who’ll let me showthem a bosom or two,”“All I want ... is a drink!”The applause came big and a real loud voice rang out. ” Her nether lips smiled as her breasts began to move under her shirt.“Holy shit, they’re alive too?” Stephanie exclaimed.“Nah, don’t be silly. They are a part of me. I can move them similar to the way you move your hands. Take your shirt and bra off and I’ll show you.” Her pussy smiled even wider.She reluctantly pulled her shirt off and looked down at her breasts. They wiggled underneath her bra as if trying to break free.“Come on, don’t be shy. Take the bra off,” her pussy said with a sultry. Carrie grabbed her beer and they picked a table. Daren went to the bar and got himself a drink and asked the bartender what Carrie preferred in shots and ordered two. The bartender got the shots and brought them to the table. Carrie and Daren toasted to their meeting and downed the shots, a sweet mixture called a quick fuck. Carrie was sitting opposite Daren as they chatted and after a few rounds of drinks she got up to sing. She got off stage when she was finished and he cheered louder than.