"I'll certainly consider it," I replied. I didn't really want to work for my dad. He was a total jerk in my opinion. With my own fortune, I wouldn't h...ave to work for anyone."What's to consider?" He took a long pull on his drink and then said, "Come into the study. There's something I want to discuss with you in private." I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Mom. She responded by shrugging her shoulders, too. I followed Dad into the study and closed the door behind me."What I have to say has to. He took out his English phrase book and practiced hailing a taxi and finding a hotel room. As the plane’s wings sliced through the clouds he remembered how he stole the baby Imam from the Lahorian home. The act was simple. He crept out the door and carried him in a blanket. He had done it silently and quickly. He performed the service in the name of Allah and His representative. Yet the act saddened him all the same. The visage of Fatima recurred in his mind, turning and turning over like a. I hold the back of his head as our tongues whirl around. I can feel his hard cock through his shorts. I hope I can take it. I reach under my own shirt and tug at my bra, the underwire held in place by the weight of my tits; and toss it to the floor. I stand up and lead him to the bedroom, pulling my little t-shirt up and over my head as I go. I turn to look to him and he’s way ahead of me, he’s standing there naked, cock hard as steel with a glistening of pre-cum at the tip. A hungry look in. Me: Hmmm. Must be nice.Gena: So how big is Charles' cock?Me: I don't know, I've never measured it. He put it in my ass once and it hurt going in, but after that, it was okay. It just didn't do anything for me, so we've never done it again.Gena: Can't you be more precise about the size? It's kind of important.Me: Hmmmmm, let me... Oh! Yep, I can give you an idea of the size. When we were newlyweds, I took an empty cardboard toilet tissue spool and put it over his "morning wood".Gena: Oh, that's.