They came to a bar which seemed out of place. Well built and obviously only recently renovated. “Hello Arnie” yelled the barmaid as they walked in... “been fishing again?” and she laughed. “Yes I caught a good one” he replied. Sandra realised they were talking about her. Several other guys in bar gave Arnie the thumbs up. Sandra was suddenly the star.They sat down and the barmaid walked over and put drinks on the table. They hadn’t even ordered. As she leaned over Sandra could see right down her. "That's because you're still sleeping," Paul said, picking up his Michelob and taking a swallow."Look. I don't know who you are, but..." A shame really," he ignored her protests. "A pretty girl like you? Smart as hell. Ambitious ... You didn't even get the prick, but here you are." Prick?" Sofia's cheeks reddened and she wondered why she hadn't slapped the guy yet, or at least walked away."Your finger," Paul said, smiling as if the girl should have known what he was talking about. "Oh! You. Martha was surprised to see me back so soon, but she commiserated when I told her of the lack of activity on the Bowman road. As far as I was concerned, she was happy to see me, and she verified that we were still in business for church on Sunday.I took my bath on Saturday night this time, and I was not so dirty that it was safe for Martha to wash my back this time. Oh, well, I could not win them all. I teased her about me washing her back, but she turned so red in embarrassment that I never. You think about it and get back to me. I'll be out in the garage, ok?" Ok, daddy."Not fifteen minutes later, there she was, in the garage with these silky pajamas on, asking me, "Do you love me, daddy?" "Of course, baby. What's on your mind?" Does having your pussy licked feel like being tickled?"When she was younger, I could touch her rib with my index finger and she would jump! If I held it there she would go berserk with laughter. But it had been a long time since I tickled my 'little.