"Hero. Stan. Stan, have you ever ... do you know how ... I, um..." Have you..." I prompted again."Have you ever s-s-sucked p-p-u-u..." Pretty, pink......" Pretty pink pussy." She blurted out. "Haveyoueversuckedprettypinkpussy." Oh." He turned scarlet. "Uh, no." Would you like..." I drawled in her ear."Would you like..." She repeated."To suck" To suck" My pretty pink pussy?" My - my - my pretty - uh - my um pretty pink..." She was shaking again and as charming as her virginity was, it was getting. I was having the second mug I saw the lady whom I met in parking was sitting in corner alone sipping the beer. I thought of speaking to her but my weakness made me to stop it. When she saw me just gave a smile to her she approached me wit response… at particular moment it flashed every man has to lay down some day luck is tapping door let me open it… she asked me sorry I replied it’s ok. She asked me can I join for a drink we sipped together… then we started to speak about our life bla bla bla…. I'd later place a call to our insurance guy, to give him the new VIN# and other necessary information.The girls and my son were gone for over three hours. At supper that night, Tina was still giddy with the excitement of having her own car, but worried at what leaving it out in the sandstorms we frequently got would do to the car's paint finish. Rob promised to look into finding her one of those portable garages, while reassuring her that where she had parked the car would keep it shielded from. .. you are wearing a different pair to last night. I saw your Donald Duck pants [how embarrassing – they seemed funny when I bought them] by the rucksack. I TOLD YOU!”“Fiona! Fiona! Stop. You have the wrong end of this particular stick. Honest.Yes, I did – well I played with your sister, I’m not going into details. It isn’t your business. NO! It isn’t! And then she wanted to ‘play’ with me. She even offered ... you know ... but I’d promised her I wouldn’t. I changed my pants for these because.