It's YOUR money, now Jordan. By the way, all ofthe paperwork indicates that the heir is their SON, Jordan. I assumethat, when I write all of this up, ...I should change the wording to readDAUGHTER, correct?" Why?" Jordan asked, looking at the lawyer's tie."Well... because..." the lawyer sputtered. "You are...transitioning... aren't you?" Transitioning?" Jordan's gaze remained steadfast.Attorney Leary looked at each face in the room. No one quite knew whatto say. What the hell was with these. "Ah, spoilsport!" she laughed as she gave his cock one last squeeze.Bill pried Karen's hand off his hardening cock and stuffed himself back into his shorts and zipped up. Karen didn't move away from being so close to his body."Where to?" asked Bill as he started up the car. Bill loved his classic, red and white, '57 convertible Bel Air, especially the exhaust's rumble when he revved the motor. "Do you want the top down?" he asked.Karen knew Bill meant the convertible top, but she wanted to. Only he and Laura knew why he took them. And she wasn’t saying. To anyone. ‘Right,’ he said. ‘We have to go.’ ‘So short a visit, Liam,’ said Laura. ‘When you have time….’ ‘I sure will, doc,’ he said. ‘I’ll call you again soon. Promise’ He held up his hand with his thumb up. Laura glanced at Emma and then back to him with a sceptical look on her face. ‘Mmm. I’m sure,’ she said softly. He picked up the case and looked at Emma so that she could get the groceries. ‘You’re certainly packing today,. IIEE: three small rooms, our guest room is just his sex studio to shoot some 'scientific porn'.I am curious for his 'great garden', the doors seems ajar, let's get outside and some fresh air!I am sick of this smoke stained atmosphere in this soft-dope junkie Professor Pervert's place.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I don't look up much from scribbling some short-hand notes on their observations of those.