We all laughed and had a great time while having drinks in front of the fireplace. Daddy turned to me "Baby you trust me, don't you?" "Yes daddy, of ...course I do." "I had Mark here for more than just dinner tonight, baby". "Honey please don't be embarrassed by this conversation taking place in front of Mark." "Your clit is very sensitive and Mark has agreed to do a minor procedure on it to intensify your pleasure even more" Would you like that baby?" Blushing I said "I think so daddy." Daddy. I got down on all fours stuck my bare ass up in the air and went under the couch..I heard him gasp as I snuck a peek I seen him adjusting himself in the cock area...I knew I had his full attention now. As Im pretending to get the toys from under the couch with my legs spread and pussy bald and wet hanging out...the dog returns right in front of daddy!! I spread my legs even more as the dog enjoyed my juices some more even licking my asshole this time I came from under the couch and said to. For one thing, various assorted conspiracy theorists and websites were reporting that I was now dead, after suffering an aneurysm, and that the CIA had managed to clone me and were controlling me. At the same time, several of the cable channels played the movie Dave, where Kevin Kline played both a ruthless and corrupt President and his doppelganger, a mild-mannered owner of a temp agency who moonlighted doing impersonations for local ad agencies and TV stations and was hired by the Chief of. . I don’t know.”“What’s happening to Portsmith?” Roy looked to Patrick.David also looked Patrick’s way.“Fine, I’ll go to the library this afternoon and try and figure this out. Who wants to come with?” Patrick was always the one who knew stuff or could find stuff out.“Sorry, basketball practice,” David said.“I’ll come.” Roy dropped his hand from his aching shoulder. “I don’t really want to rush home anyway.”“Sounds like a plan. We’ll see what we can find out.” Patrick popped a french fry into.