..right l said...moms 49...and well into exercise...l got the vile ready..put about 10.mil...in so not to much...and went around to dad,s...knocked on... the door and went into the front room....this is my son...Joyce...dad said...hello..l said...dont see much of you in church...Joyce said..l thought no you dont..but you will see more of me tonight if this works.....get us both a drink son...dad said...3 coffee,s coming up.....as l was making the drinks....dad popped in...dad..how am i going to. So far, this is as close as I had gotten to a real date. Might as well, get into it...until we picked up the real girlfriend. I slid across the seat to the middle.Uncle Dave smiled and put his arm around me as I leaned into him. He brought his large hand around to lay lightly on my right breast. Or rather, were a breast would be if I weren't so flat. My nipples were very sensitive, and every so often, Uncle Dave's hand would brush over it. It was driving me crazy.As if he could read my. Really, be fair dinkum, none of yous blokes ever trusted me."Tilly, "Would you stop that, you're giving me a headache."Helen, "Oh, sorry Short Arse, " The worst that Bob has ever called his little angel, is ratbag, though she herself deems that as a fairly apt description."Uncle Helen, if I've told you once..." do you get the picture? They may have been able to finish each other's sentences but they each had their own fields of expertise, and money wasn't Bob's. On the subject of. ’ There were several doors in front of them. Omar set his bags down and tried opening them. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘It’s got to be warmer inside. Plus, we can use the bathroom, and clean up.’ He worked his way down the line, each time finding the doors locked until finally, the last one opened with a whine. Omar smiled and looked back at Casey. ‘God is good, baby.’ * * * Casey stood by the window watching the storm. She could see sheets of rain drumming against the glass, trying to push.