Perhaps O and G are hours and days. Hard to say as there aren't any numbers visible. I would like to purchase it. Any idea what it is worth?" Similar ...pieces I have sold for two hundred dollars or more. I will let you have it for one fifty."I placed the clock with the rest of my stuff, left the store and drove home. As I carried the box through the side door, my wife Annette called out to me."Richard, where the fuck have you been all this time? Wasting more money on junk," she said eyeing the. She arched her back sharply, thrust out her tits, and shook from head to toe with disbelief. A series of maddening thrills began tearing through her boiling virgin cunt, an excitement so profound that it seemed to come from her blazing soul.But Cindy's muffled screams could barely be heard against Sylvia's wild groans of hunger. Sylvia wanted to take her time and be poetic about it, but her first taste of Cindy's sweet, ripe cherry sparked a ferocious hunger in her throat. Caught in the grip of. I can't lose you, too." I have no plans on dumping you," she said."Not now. But this hasn't all been worked out. What if Sam doesn't want to give up being the woman of the house? What if your kids resist the idea, like you did? Whose house would we live in? Neither of ours is really big enough for all five of us. There are lots of things to think about before we make a decision like this." I know that," she said. "But think about it. How close have we become over the years even though there was. I was up early the following day and to my surprise so was my dad; he had already got the coffee brewing and we sat and talked for a while.It was almost eight thirty when I sent a text to Jen to see if she was awake yet and she replied that she was awake and asked me to take her and Brian a cup of coffee in about twenty minutes.My father asked if they were awake and I told him what she said in her text.“I have time to take a quick shower,” I said as I started to walk upstairs to my dad’s.