"Uh, yeah..." he responded dopily. She knew what he was looking at. Her mother's body was older, but still in pretty good shape, and in this outfit ...she was a 'yummy mommy'. She climbed back down. "Here," she said, handing him a hammer and some nails, "can you nail something?"His eyes ran over her chest as he took the tools from her. Her nipples were visible as she became aroused."Is Lindsay home?" he asked."No, she went out for a while. Climb on up," she coaxed."He turned and ascended the. It was even slightly erotic as those fingers slipped slightly against and between the flesh of her ass and legs... flesh which was still slippery from her own, and many others’, fluids.The procession stopped. The crowd following began to spread out around the edge of the crater... hole... mouth... created when the colony ship sank. Soon the entire crowd was loudly chanting the sacred song.Then the signal was given. The torch carried by the leader of the procession was thrown in a high arc into. We hurried back to Baltimore and waited for Boston's series with the Angels to conclude. Bad weather in Boston was delaying the finish, and the Orioles engaged in listless workouts at Camden Yards and waited.I couldn't decide whether I'd prefer freezing in Boston against the Red Sox or going through the lengthy, agonizing cross-country flights to play the League Championship Series against the Angels.Either way, we'd have home field advantage in the seven-game set.I had dreamed of the. " Oh come on," dad said not buying it."It's true, Mr. Cooper. When you left that night dad sent me to my bedroom. I sat up all night thinking about what I did and how you conducted yourself; you were ... I don't know; I told Brea you were like John Wayne but it was even more than that; even though you were sitting in our house you took command of the situation, you were in total control, you were the boss and everyone knew it, even my dad. I regretted what I had done; of course I had no idea.