Many times your breath smelled like a distillery!"Ivan interjects, "I not sure if crap is a good or bad word."Hells bells, I've about had my fill of I...van's politically correct grammar! We have been walking on eggshells around him and I'm tired of it. I figuratively bite my tongue as I suggest, "Ivan, crap is an okay word and much better than what I wanted to use."He answers, "I will ask mama if I ever see her again." Then hells fricken bells, he begins to cry.I make a decision...Present - Ben. Maybe I’ll do some catching up on whatever’s going on with my Dodgers,” I said.“Do it,” he said.“Hi” said Lana, “how was the party?”“Good, noisy, but good. You shoulda come,” I said.“No, no, when I’ve got my period and I knew that all of the talk was going to be an endless parade of battle field lies, I had to choose between my sitcoms or noisy liars. Easy choice.” She couldn’t see the sitcoms of course, but she could listen to them, and she always did.We went to bed. Tomorrow would be another. My fingers made circular movements on her bare skin on thighs made her ticklish and at same time aroused and she slowly relaxed her legs for few seconds. using this chance I moved my hands up to her groins quickly and she jumped and closed her legs tight . but my hands is only an inch away from her panty so she couldn’t do much and I started massaging her inner thighs slowly and she pleaded me to stop it butI didn’t listen and arrived on massaging and few minutes later I could feel that she is. " Nat said as she rose from the bench, walking away with her cute little butt swaying back and forth, mesmerizing me."Who's that?" Startled I looked up to see Lynn standing next to the bench. "Oh, just a friend I met on the train." It was the first time I had seen Lynn since she returned from her Aunt's house. Her father's truck had remained in the shop for three days waiting for parts for his transmission so she and her brother had remained with Jake at her Aunt's house.Lynn sat next to me on.