Out comes Goldstein. The little old man takes forever to creep to the table but this time he smashes the coconuts with three swings of his amazing God...-given weapon.The stunned salesman requests a meeting with Goldstein after the show. In his dressing room he tells the old man he’s never seen anything like his act. But he wants to know why he is now smashing coconuts instead of the much easier walnuts.The Amazing Goldstein replies, “Oy, my eyes aren’t what they used to be!”Pope plays Golf The. Matthew lowered the other side of the futon so it made out into a bed, then he took off his shirt and shoes and socks and got on the bed himself, kneeling beside her and leaning over to resume licking her nipples. After a few minutes, Barbara said "That's enough there, Matt. I want that mouth on my pussy!" "Yes Ma'am!" he said grinning mischievously. Actually Matthew had no problem taking direction from her like that. After all she knew what she liked better than he did and if she said she. " I think maybe you're asking the wrong Robinson."We both chuckled. "Yeah, well, since she doesn't have a father to ask, I figured I'd ask you. I figure after this it's going to be a heck of a lot easier to ask her, too."I grinned, held out my hand and when he grasped it, pulled him into a hug. "Assuming she says yes, I'd be proud to call you brother, Tony."So, that had been yesterday, and the fact that Tony's car was here early made me cautious. I opened the front door noisily, just in case I. It's a trip of about one kilometer, and it takes more than a little bad weather to break me out of that routine.It wasn't long before my route took me out of the bucolic park and into a narrow urban side street, accompanied by a number of other pedestrians, plus a fellow bicyclist or two. As I approached the vicinity of our flat, I partook in yet another daily routine of mine. The front door of the restaurant, red with decorative gold-hued trim, beckoned. I dismounted from my bike and stored it.