So after show number two we had grossed $1.25M for the two shows and I was shocked because the profit, after all the expenses were figured was a very ...sizable number.You have to keep in mind the audience in LA. Those people will pay outrageous money in the name of ego and supposed recognition. I charged $90 for a simple T-Shirt and couldn't keep them in the trailer. Those tiny skivvies with silk-screened "things" on them, they bring $45-$60 a pair in LA.Who am I to deprive someone of their. I blushed, and covered my eyes. "Ahh! Parental affection! Make itstop!"My mom sounded like she was out of breath when she said, "She's got apoint, dear. Let's save that ... for later." I'm wearing headphones to bed tonight," I said, grinning at my dad."I'll be counting the moments. Now the two of you, shoo."My mom grabbed her purse, and walked me to the car."Where should we go, mom?" I asked."Where else but West Edmonton mall?" she answered.I thought about that huge mall, and started having. . beginning to unbotton my blouse... then squeezing my heaving breasts. Kisses on my neck, whispering in my ear "Meagan, slide down and open my pants. I want you to suck my cock. Get it nice and hard. I want you to see how long it is, how thick it is." Then he pushed my head down to his lap. My fingers unzipped his pants and freed his massive cock. Looking up him, he said "Go ahead Meagan, put it your mouth, suck it, suck it hard." His cock was rock hard. He is normally hard. That was no problem as we had known each other for a long time.I drove up one week-end and started work on Monday morning at the job site near Portland. Randy, Ken's friend, was a likeable guy, so there weren't any problems living there.It was a good job and fun working with Ken again. We'd stop at a local tavern after work and have a few beers, before heading for home or where they lived.Ken lived in Washington, so he was driving back and forth every week-end too.One night when we had gone to.