We had two houses in Pentwater ... well ... one and a pile of rubble. The Green street house had a perfectly useable seawall ... and a boat house. Sin...ce we no longer had a motorboat and the seawall looked naked ... lonely and forlorn ... poor thing, it needed a boat. A little boat would absolutely NOT do. It was why I was in Chicago.Daddy flew Grace to Meigs Field on the waterfront two days after I left Pentwater."She's miserable, David. If she weren't your sister, I'd never condone this .... He pushed his hips forward until his cock brushed her face. Her eyes never left his. She opened her mouth obediently, and he thrust deep inside. Still she looked up at him, slave to his desires. He put one hand on the back of her head and held her as he thrust in and out of her soft full lips, his cock disappearing into her wet warm mouth, his other hand idle. Again and again he pushed against her, thrusting, pulling, forcing her to take more and more of him, and she obediently took him deep,. I didn't keep statistics on how many women I escorted, or how many of them I slept with, or how much money I made, from gifts from grateful clients and the pay days from Lorna Gordon. I can say that I paid off the mortgage for the house at #23 Kitchener Road from the proceeds of plucking old instruments, and had some spending cash left over.I can also say that I went to Ascot, twice; Wimbledon; Henley, twice; The Fifth Test against the Australians at Lord's (boring); the ballet at least twice. She has 3 daughters (all of which are teen moms)"You okay, Cheri?" I asked, peeking my head in the door."Not really," she said. "Worst day ever. My husband has been pissing me off constantly, and when i try to tell him to stop or get back at him, he passes it off as a joke. My daughter wants a tattoo and when i say no keeps saying I'm old and prudish and never do anything risky or taboo. Now, in addition to my normal Saturday work, which all you don't have to do, Sandy is making me clean.