I had an image to consider, as well as my manly pride. Scrimping on my golf would not impress by buddies at the club.Then I thought of the money Carol...ine puts aside for her stupid charities! She always donated money to the local women's shelter, as well as our town's food pantry. She absolutely refused to consider my suggestion to send a little something to the NRA.Caroline had a box concealed in her closet where she stashed her left over cash. She put five and ten dollar bills in it more often. "Three glasses?" Barbara said, teasing him."Well, yeah, I thought…" Tommy said, uncertainly."It's okay Tommy, I was just playing with you. You are eighteen now and we are in our own home. It's all right, I suppose–this time. Let's just not make a habit of it!" Barbara said."How are those steaks looking Mom–I'm starving!" Tommy said, feeling more at ease now."Well, they will be done in a few minutes. Meantime, Tommy, sit down hon, I have something to talk to you about," Barbara said. She shot a. What I learned, I learned in a village school.”“Well, Miss Walters is very good on reckoning and geography and penmanship. I don’t picture you as supervising her at the most particular points. ‘Mary needs to study spelling in the forenoon, not the afternoon,’ and that sort of thing. What I picture is your seeing what they lack in their lives, not what they lack in their penmanship.”“Well, I will try,” she said. The visit confirmed what Richard had said about Miss Walters. The girls all had. She closed her eyes as she sank down, loving the feeling of his cock spreading her wide and deep. She sat up, pushing him in even deeper, then slowly ground against him. He pulled her down, to kiss and suck her nipples. “Are they big enough?” she asked, immediately wishing she hadn’t. “Your nipples?” he asked back, a confused look on his face. “No, my breasts.” He laughed. “My God, they’re beautiful and perfect.” He looked her in the eyes, to make sure she believed him, then kissed each.