It would be easier to wrestle alligators than have a conversation with you! What languages do you SPEAK?”With a quick laugh, I told her. “English,... French, Italian, Spanish, German, and Cheyenne. I have a smattering of Mandarin, Russian, Arabic, Farsi, and Portuguese; enough to order beer.”Callie asked, “Can you leap tall buildings in a single bound, too?”I laughed again. “Nope. Can’t dance, either.”Then on Tuesday, for no reason whatsoever, Callie moved in close while we were in the kitchen,. At the fist set of lights we came to i leaned across and ran my hand up her leg resting my hand on the top of her thigh reaching down with my finger trying to touch her pussy. She started giggling and opened up just enough for me to run my finger over her pussy through her panties. The lights changed and i had to stop touching her and concentrate on driving again but that little feel seemed to light the blue touch paper and she started to tease.She reclined her seat slightly and put her left. I didn't mind her coming round when I was at work and I had nothing to hide. I felt the need to repay her kindness, not by jacking off onto her pillow or anything weird like that, but by cooking dinner for her one evening. So I decided what I was cooking, bought all the ingredients and made my way over to hers. I slid the key into the lock and shouted hello when I entered the hall. There was no answer and so I ventured into the kitchen where I spent a good half hour preparing the meal for that. .. I said it before, you guys are so lucky, such a loving home, loving family.’’ Jenny piped up, ‘‘you don’t know the half of it, Mike’s dad, Anthony, and his wife, Juliet, who by the way is not my mom, opened their hearts to me, and allowed me in. they had no legal or any other reason to do so. I was younger than two, when my own mother walked out on us, and then my dad married Mike’s mom, and we were doing okay, until the two of them died in an auto crash. That was three years ago. I still.