So I spend two hours with google running from site to site. I had narrowed it down to a couple of plans then gave up for the evening.Sometime you just... get lucky. Some days things just come together. The right information falls into your lap at the right time. The right time being when you need it and as important when you are informed enough to know that it is the right information. When I woke up, I started the coffee then went out for the morning paper. I found that the weather was warm even. It was beginning to look like there was no place of safety outside the walls of the many Forts because the Plains Indians were on a killing spree the like of which had never been seen in those parts.The reservations were a cruel joke.In effect, they were basically a concentration camp of starvation and despair that would result in genocide unless the government took some action to rectify the situation. I guess, in the same scenario, I would have been on the war-path as well if I was in their. It took a long time for me, so I went to her.Me: Let me help you with this!Mom: Careful this time. I don’t want to fall over you again.She said, laughing.Me: Yes, mom.She bent over to pull it down. I went on my knee to drag it down. With both of us pulling, it went down pretty fast. Mom’s arms went all the way to the floor, and my face all the way to her ass. What a view! I was 1cm away from touching her jiggling ass.Her ass crack was wide open, showing me her dark asshole. Her anus moved even. I consider myself well-read and on top of the news and there has been no subject that came up that you weren't as versed as me." Are you trying to tell me I'm not a bimbo?" If that's how you want to hear it, yes. I know couples that when they're home she is in front of the TV and he's either with her, glued to the set, or on the computer or in a shop or out with the boys." Well, you can count me out there. I'm no slave to the TV and if you want to go out, I'm going with you, plus with a child.