Just a few more things to take care of, then I'll be up. I promise." Okay," she sighed. "But if you come up in the next fifteen minutes I'll make it w...orth your whiiile," Sheila sing-songed then barked, "After that you're on your own, bub."Finally I had some peace and quiet and could devote at least a few minutes to one of my favorite hobbies — giving constructive feedback to Storiesonline authors. I'm a registered member and often lurk on the forums, but never really say anything. I'm mainly. I could see that her weeping got decreased and almost stopped. I smelled her mood ‘yes, I got it ‘she started feeding my wants’, I bent and kissed her boobs on both sides and smelt the milky flavor.The tits are small in size but she moaned heavily, I clutched her belly and squeezed it as she lost her the balance and next, I made her lie on the table with half body on the table and her legs on the floor and she kept her elbows for the support on the table. I spread her legs and saw the holy. It’s natural that we think of our loss.”What John had said allowed Ed to come to grips with his feelings. He was about to comment when Cathy came into the room and said, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but Beth’s father is on the telephone and he wants to talk to you.”Once Cathy left, John turned on the speakerphone. “Hello, Dr. Hayes. You’re on the speakerphone here and the whole family is gathered.”“I’m so sorry. We were at lunch and a car lost control. I couldn’t do anything,” he said. His voice. “Jesus, that’s a pretty rifle ... where did you get it?”“Built it,” was the universal reply.“Really?”“Yup ... Flintlock 101 first semester 1977.”“Your instructor?”“Karen Post.”“A girl?”“Yeah.”“She know anything?”“You should see what she built as a teaching aid.”“That good?”“Makes mine look like a stick.” He said, “She’s got her own shop ... big old log cabin east of town. Machine tools up the ass. Funny ... she built hers mostly with a hammer and files ... but the tools helped keep the holes.