I was asked by Ken if would run him down to Brighton to pick up some things from a friend of his who lived in that part of the country and Ken had los...t touch with him over the years but they had made contact through another mutual friend.Well the day came and we set off along the coast road to Brighton, we found the address and knocked on the door, the door opened and this very tall man answered it and as soon as he saw Ken they sort of hugged and made pleasantries whilst walking in a very. For a single moment, a shadowy figure peered out into thenight through the parted drapery - a figure bent by age and other. . . less-natural enfeebling agencies.The years had not been kind to the great detective. His longtimefriend and principal biographer, Dr. John Watson had been deadfor nigh onto two years. Mycroft Holmes, the brilliant ifeccentric older brother who had used his contacts as a seniorofficial of His Majesty's Government to send Holmes so manychallenging cases, had also passed. I don’t have any words to explain this. Heavenly felling. Super… Awe sum… Heaven… Perfume smell from her jacket closed my nose.I asked her to remove her jacket, so that I can enjoy more with those boobs. But she said it would be problem if my grandmother wake up and turn on light. So after that I pressed her boobs, abdomen and total body parts again and again. Then she said it is sufficient for today and asked me to sleep. But I could not sleep so I asked her to do blow job. But she was not. I then baked up some cornbread muffins. With a salad it wouldn't be a bad dinner.While the meal was cooking I checked the answering machine. There was one message. I pressed the "play" button and looked through the mail."Hi, Jill. This is Sam Warren. I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner this week. Listen, I'll call back later this evening. Bye."I carefully saved the message for her. This was so cool! I couldn't wait for Mom to get home!A little after 8:00, I heard the front.