”Then let’s make it simple. You hand over the money, mention the damn elf’s name, slip over the bridge and get the book. And no more hanky panky....“But what if the opportunity arises?”No.“But...”No. No buts either.“Even just a little blowjob?”No.“Fine.”Good.“Not good.”Agree to disagree on this one too?“Of course.”How can I believe you?“I promise not to give the next guy a blow job,” Penelope says. “Happy?”I guess it’s better than nothing.With that, the witch heads for the bridge. Like the one. My body almost got flushed with my wetness as all these thoughts swept through me. I felt I am mentally ready to be my father’s wife tonight. To take up that place in his bed which my mother took quite a few years back. To offer myself willingly to be devoured by the man who brought me in to this world.The door opened slowly and my dad was standing right in front of me. He gazed at me and stood astonished. “I know you miss mom so much dad. You have done so much for me and I wish to return the. “Don’t forget about Ollie,” she said. Ann smiled at me, crossed her arms to each side of her pullover shirt at the bottom, and drew the thin fabric up and over her head. At fourteen, she was slightly more developed than Cherie, and her now naked breasts jiggled and swayed slightly with her movements. She continued to smile at me, humored by my fascination at her nudity. She stepped toward me and reaching up, pulled my face down the hers and kissed me as passionately as she had Cherie. The feel. "David groaned again and swung his legs out over the side of the bed. He felt hungover — which was no surprise considering the amount of alcohol he'd consumed the night before. In the light coming from the doorway we could see he was in a small bedroom — it looked more like a cabin on a ship, with bunk beds on both sides — the only thing missing was a port hole. "Damn, I wish there was a port hole — I wish this was a ship, and I wish I was on my way home!" Virginia seemed a long, long way.