Plus, I've found out that he's old school; he wants to see the plans on paper, not a computer screen. So here's what we have to do. You go downtown to... Stevens and Son, they have one of those big printers, and pick up the plans. I've already called them; they'll have them ready. Then you can change and meet me at Tanglefoot Country Club." He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and extended it to Ms. Brooks. "Here are the directions. I wrote them out very clearly."Ms. Brooks looked at. “What time does your game start?” Mom asked. “Three-thirty?”The question wasn’t surprising. Mom came to all my games, but there seemed to be more in her routine question this time. I didn’t know why.“I guess,” I replied. “It’s the usual starting time.”As we were getting ready to leave, Gram came out rubbing her swollen pussy and looking happy as hell. All three women looked very well fucked, and I said so.Gram just looked at me, raised an eyebrow and asked, “Have you looked in a mirror this. "I know you're in charge Junior, but is there any real reason for us stopping here. I think we should just leave." Junior could hear the concern in her voice and glanced at Wayne. The big man shrugged and began backing toward the trucks, careful not to turn his back on the four people outside, or the building farther back. Junior headed for the big Ford after glancing at Jessica who still had the area covered with the big machine gun. He climbed into the passenger side after making sure Carr. I start summer camp in two weeks. I hate to get into trouble and not go. Said Tim. Its cool. I can hear them coming inside the house. I bet the party is over. I said. I then heard some car door slam outside. I quickly put on some white shorts over my bulging white boxer briefs. I put on a loose fitting white wife beater shirt. Tim had gone down the hall to change. He came back a few minutes later dressed in over sized sweat pants and a baggy black shirt. We both hopped on our separate beds. He.