"You don't talk about it, but my 'harem' tell me things." He smiled self-deprecatingly, "well they tell Marcie anyhow and she tells me. We know that t...here was someone back home that hurt you. A lot. You have to let it go Chuck. We're your friends, we all think you're a great guy and we hate to see you unhappy."I stared at Herb in amazement, "Yeah, well, ummm." I tried again. "Thanks Herb, I'll try, OK?"Herb's accustomed cheerful expression replaced the strangely serious one that had settled in. I too went and consoled her… but she was saying all her sorrows and cried more and more… to stop her I hold her cheeks and said it was his fault to ignore with such a beauty to which she stopped crying and started blushing and smiling telling that I was lying… I said I was not and would have hanged out with you if ur not my mom and gf instead of it… She was shocked and to hide it she laughed and asked me to leave…After that she went to take shower… while I was cursing myself for the idiotic. He remembered when they first met. Ralphie was a blossoming boy of seventeen. He had been squaredancing at a youth function, and had decided to stop by the malt shop on the way home. He still had on his squaredancing outfit, which consisted of a blue checked dress with full petticoat and white Mary Jane-style flats. As he sipped on his soda, he noticed a handsome girl wearing a cardigan sweater checking out his nylonned legs. He giggled, and she looked down, red-faced. Despite that, he. "Why don't you two try kissing again with your schlongs inside our mouths?" she asked before both of them took them into their mouths."Holy shit, Joe, again, we have prodigious moms. I can't believe how great they are and this reminds me how wonderful your mom is too," I moaned, placing both hands on London's head. "I love you, Mom, and you too, London. Both of you are the bomb." Only one can be the bomb, Pete," Joe chuckled."Shut the fuck up and place your hands on my mom's head too."He leaned.