Here's what I want you to do. Put one hand down on your cunt and put that dildo in your mouth as though you were sucking on it."Jesus! she thought. I ...can't put that big thing in my mouth! She put her hand on the handle and held it up, pointing it down toward her face. Spreading her legs, she placed a hand on her pussy, but was unable to lower the thing to her lips."Go ahead, kid," Allan rasped. "It won't hurt you. Just stick it in your mouth for a while, while I take a few pictures."Sharon. I couldn’t just ring him up and invite him over that would look a bit odd.Heather, my sister and his step-mom, finally gave me the perfect excuse. She mentioned that since he had now got his licence, they’d given him her car and she had a new one. I immediately text Timmy: “Hey, heard you have new wheels. Care to show me?” He immediately text back: “Sure, after school tomorrow, ok?” I hesitated momentarily, well aware of the implications of him coming when I was alone, before texting: “Great.. . and one that I actually WANTED an honest answer to, regardless of what that answer was, and ... nothing. No guidance. No permission, or lack thereof. Apparently, it was all up to me whether I went to Rachel's birthday party, and what would happen there.Now you know why men go crazy when there's a woman in their lives.It sort of sounded like she might be telling me that she wouldn't throw me out if I ... did ... something. By the same token, if I did ... something ... it might cause the. But not enough to account for this discrepancy. This country hasn't been in a war with significant casualties in more than thirty years."Harold sipped his Grapette. That's a good soda, he thought. Wonder why it's not more popular? I'll have to run an analysis of soda pop preferences one of these days."Sounds like quite a conundrum," the old man agreed. "What conclusions have you drawn?"Harold swallowed another sip of his Grapette and sighed. Here comes the hard part, and he knew he was going to.