.. Less than six months ago... My mate of thirty years or so. He was twenty-two and still finding his way. I was leaning forward. My mate and I had di...scussed her demise. I remember gently asking how long I should wait... "Well, I might like to start dating?!" Jesus, Bob! Get your shit together, man. I'll be dead. What the fuck do I care!" We never discussed it again. I quit work shortly after she passed on and bought the condo a month later with her life insurance money. The house was a quick. "Pretty is a state of mind," Nick said diplomatically. "Besides, youhaven't taken any treatments yet. If you go on female hormones youcan get prettier, with female breasts and hips, and your voice won'tget any deeper." If I did that," Carla said shyly. "Would you date me? Would I bepretty enough for you?" None of that talk," Nick said firmly. "You are my little sister.Don't talk about dating your big brother. But I am sure there will besomeone out there that will date you. A man or a woman.". Women are so much better at estate planning than men!!Is Your Sister a Plastic Surgeon?Lyle was hunting geese in the Northern Minnesota woods. He leaned his old 16 gauge against the corner of the blind to take a leak.As luck would have it, his Labrador, Ginger knocked the gun over, it went off, and Lyle took most of an ounce of #4 shot into the groin.Several hours later, lying in a Duluth hospital bed, he came to and there was his ER doctor, Sven."Vell Lyle, I got some good noos and some bad. ‘Take meeeee, Bobby!!!’ Bobby lifted his hips and Paula’s hand slid between them and gripped his cock. He lowered himself and experienced the thrill of entering Paula’s glorious body. Passion roiled through him as his hardened shaft crowded into her snug channel. ‘Yesssss!!! Oh, God, that feels good!!!’ Paula moaned. ‘I love itttt!!! I love you!!!’ ‘I love you, too,’ Bobby replied. He began moving his hips slowly, dragging his cock out of her, then shoving it back in. Paula’s sleeve clutched.