I'll try not to snore during the sermon.We're hear on serious business remember.Ah hah. How's your cold?You should know, you're in there with it.Just ...trying to be polite. Gee you're grouchy!We stopped at the second row and Missy was sent in first, then me, leaving Missy's mom on the aisle, probably to block any attempt I might make to escape or interfere with the proceedings. At the moment we were the only three on the groom's side in that row, if that's the term I want. Being taller I stuck up. I take time to gather my thoughts and consider our entire conversation before I reply, “Sara, I am moving forward. It may be slow, but I’m making progress.”She walks around the island and has a seat. Looks at me as she taps the stool beside her and says, “Take a load off, Dad.” As I lower myself onto the stool, she says, “Dad, you need companionship.”Without thinking I reply, “No Sara, I do not. And how am I preventing you from moving forward?”“Because I worry, and I want you to be taken care. .. streets were changing names left and right. Jim was turning left and right. The neighborhood changed from prosperous to just a little seedy and then outright rundown. We drove through despair and out the other side. The homes were pretty big, not mansions but not cracker boxes. We drove past a gated community with sagging gates and then we were on a cul-du-sac with a few houses.Jim said, “This can’t be it.” and he began to turn around when I got a whiff.Curry ... mmm.The place Jim was. And that gave Jeff another insight; all this time the goal he had been shooting for was to share Brit with his father without jealousy. But now he realized that he could take it a step further, and have that sight actually turn him on.His hand slipped between Allison's legs, and she hummed in contentment at the contact. He leaned over and ran his tongue around her nipple, causing her to gasp. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the sensation.Jeff loved playing with her body, giving her.