I wish I'd done it that way too. I'm sorry for beating you up, and I don't want to be friends with you anymore." I'm sorry you beat me up too, Bill. T...his seems like a lousy way to end our friendship, but I guess I agree with you too. So long."There is a finality about losing a best friend like that. As much as you might have wanted that too, it still hurts you. I went into my room. It wasn't even eight thirty, but my homework was done and I felt like going to bed early. In my head, I reviewed. I turned to Sue and in a stage whisper, I said, “Have you lost your mind?” Smiling back she said sweetly, “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that!” “Damn right I did! But your father was less than six feet away! If he found out what we were doing, he’d of killed me, not to mention grounding you for life… or sending you to the convent!” “I think the thrill of being caught made it even better! Don’t you?” she said, putting her arms around my neck. “I won’t deny that, but…” Before I could finish. After 30 long and boring years of living like a nun with a totally unappreciative spouse, Fiona had broken the bonds of decorum immediately after the funeral by spreading her legs at every opportunity that came her way. One of the benefits of spousal disregard was the effectiveness of her exceptionally tight pussy to draw copious loads of male juices from astonished younger men. Her dedicated attention to her gardening had managed to keep her figure in excellent shape and she attributed the. "Where's this, Larry?" she asked, "or did you make it up?" No. It's through the window."Isobel looked and there was the cottage with two trees. Larry had painted three more."You've done some extra trees though." Yes. I like trees."Isobel looked at Mr Corsellis who was smiling proudly. "He's very good," she said.He nodded. "He takes after my mother. I'll show you later." When we go to see Granny we do lots of painting together," added Larry excitedly. "She's taught me lots of things."Larry had.