“Yes, like work for her daddy,” she said.“Stepdaddy,” he said. “We gotta get used to that one.” She was nodding, but it was not a real ent...husiastic nodding.“That man does have to lighten up. He’s got a gripe and helluva lot of gratitude coming, but...” she said.“No, buts. You start doing that, we’re going to be in deep shit faster than light travels,” he said.“I guess you’re right,” she said.“You guess! The man went to prison for twenty-five years. And all he asked for was his singular. Sweat was pouring from her body as she was yearning to be entered. I knew I was sending her body into a sexual frenzy as my face was buried into her drenched pussy. I was experienced as I knew exactly what a woman wanted. I continued to run my tongue through her lips and to the prize. I lifted her pelvis and exposed her deep seed. I hugged her tightly and she felt a nervous excitement as she knew exactly where this was leading. Then I thought of showing her the prize was she has won out of this. "So you were going to ... um ... jerk off?" Yes," I said simply. "Do you want to watch?"She blinked three or four times. I could almost hear the gears turning in her head."How long will it take?" she asked.I got it then. She was worried that Bobby would come home and find her watching his father flogging his log. That probably broke some agreement they had made."That depends on how excited I get. If I could see you ... or at least some of you naked, it probably wouldn't take long at all.She. It was tart and had a kick like moonshine, which I had tasted a few times during my college days at SMU."I suppose yer wonderin' why you been brought here," the man spoke finally."Pretty vivid dream, I have to say," I said, trying to keep the hysteria out of my voice."Ain't no dream," the man said. "You been brought here so's you can hear a story. See, my name's Martin Claymore, but folks always knew me as Marty." Pleased to meet you... I think," I said. "I'm Ray, Ray Temple." I know who you.