I'm not that guy, I'm not willing to put in a twelve hour day everyday then go to a cocktail party to butt kiss. I'm really trying to retire or at lea...st slow down. That's not for me."Glenda said, "I never realized those guys had so much to do. I can't believe they work that hard. They're always at big dinners and parties. We see it in the newspaper all the time." You know," I began in defense, "I would be willing to head a group to get something done out here when we need it, but I don't want. In the “past”, I sell toilet paper. It’s a luxury item, my toilet paper (bought in bulk from supermarkets in the “present”, and sold minus the packaging), and much sought after. It funds my plantation.Now my plantation runs at a loss (but my trade in toilet paper and antebellum memorabilia funds it easily), but it’s main purpose isn’t to grow cotton. I let others oversee that. My interest is in the human livestock. The women, the girls.It’s invigorating, more invigorating than any little. "Are you playing with your cock daddy?" I asked him innocently, my breath finally normal. My usually soft, puffy nipples were now red and hard. I flicked the nub softly as my daddy made a low groan. I took it as a 'yes' and decided to keep questioning him. The smirk on my face grew slightly as I told him, "Your baby girl really wishes her daddy would come for her. It would make her very happy." My breath was starting to become sporadic talking such dirtyness to the man that raised me. I. I started gently sucking and moving my tongue around in circles on her clit. It had only taken her a couple of minutes for her to get close. She screamed "I THINK I'M GOING TO CUM DON'T STOP" I started sucking that little bud harder and harder until she started to buck her hips and ram her pussy in my face and then she released herself. Her juices were a tad sweet and it was great. But I wasn't finished there, I began sucking on her clit again and stuck my finger in her already wet pussy. I.