The great thing about listening to Lauren tell her life story was...listening to Lauren.<br/><br/>Frank had spent the first six hours with her by keeping her mouth tightly gagged, because that was the protocol at the time.<br/><br/>But now he couldn't get enough of her voice. It was the perfect blend of husky, feminine and making her sound really intelligent. Frank could listen to her all night. But he would never admit that to her!<br/><br/>She had led an interesting life. The prematurely big tits were a story into themselves.<br/><br/>Frank massaged each toe as he listened to her dulcet voice. He grew even more interested as her autobiography shifted to her adult years.<br/><br/>When she was done, Frank was mellowed out, leaning back and gazing skyward.<br/><br/>"I've always wanted to have a son. A little Frankie. A boy to play ball with. You know, the next Joe DiMaggio. Or a little girl would be nice too. I could buy her dolls and ribbons for her hair."<br/><br/>Then Frank sat up, a little embarrassed. "So. You got any dinner plans, young lady?"