I have been working on this sweater, a little bit every day, my whole life. Over the years it has changed – adding on bits, losing bits – becoming... larger and smaller, but always mine, the colors and patterns always familiar. At last my fingers ache and I can do no more today. I stand and pull the sweater over my head, feeling the heavy wool dragging down on my shoulders. I hold it close around my throat and step out into the wild weather. In spite of my best efforts, the sweater does not offer. I don't know why he lost it when he saw you in the dress. ButI think he was scared that he was losing his son." I don't want to be like him mum." I tried opening my left eye. "I don'twant to be like him. He hurt me for no reason. He hit me. All he had todo was talk to me. If being like him means I have to hit people then I'drather..." Don't speak like that Michael." I sensed my mother had tears in hereyes. "You'll pull through this experience. It will be just like what youdid when you were 10.. Doris never mentioned anything about her plans until they were on the way home. Betsy clearly remembered how Bingo was in the back seat and his big head was resting between the seats on the console.His big eyes kept shifting from one to the other. "I want to watch. Nothing in the world makes me happier than watching you with Bingo. Knowing that you do it solely because you love me ... it means a lot. I know you are willing to be Bingo's bitch just for me," Doris said, as they pulled into the. "Hi baby." "Hi, just calling to see how everything's going." He pressed harder on her clit and listened as she tried to keep her moans quiet. He pushed deep into her tight ass and rolled his hips. "It's going real well, I should be home in a couple of hours." "Good, I've missed you." Her voice was low and seductive and he gritted his teeth as Bella's ass tightened around his cock as she fought her orgasm. "Oh baby, I miss you too," He frigged her clit faster with his thumb and she bit the.