He didn't like to show weakness, and had therefore capped his emotions long ago. Crying at all was nearly impossible at this point. "Don't lose hope......and don't let go..." His back was to her, but she knew he was crying. His voice wouldn't betray it, nor would his body language in any way, but having been with him for so long, she just knew. The song ended and she wasn't sure what to do now. She thought about trying to talk to him, trying to sort things out by word. But then she remembered how. Whatever her history, I knew we couldn’t carry on much longer and we needed to make the best of a bad situation. In my opinion, it was wiser to sell in the spring before it became known that the ranch was in financial trouble. My savings from my army service had made it appear to the bank that the ranch was solvent, and thus no rumors circulated. It would be important that no one think they could get this ranch for pennies on the dollar because the Williams family was desperate. I talked it. After all, one day they may want to get married themselves and start their own family. Grace and I insisted that would not happen until after they got out of college. Sleeping arrangements for the family remained quite flexible with two or sometimes three occupying our bed. I was very busy keeping four girls happy.After viewing what seemed like dozens of houses Grace and I found one we liked onShore View Lane on the waterfront of Lake Houston in an area called Atascocita. We arranged a time for. Kayla was on her back facing upwards, her lips slightly parted as if begging to be kissed. Her nice full ample pert breast where snug in a camisole top as they slowly raised up and down. Hard nipples poking through the fabric of her top. One of the straps hung down off of her shoulder as it rested on her arm having slid down enough to threaten a nip slip. Down below she wore a pair of sleep shorts that hung loosely around her thighs giving me a slight peek up them, just enough to tease me but.