”“Really?”“After what happened yesterday afternoon...”I could see her pretty face flush with color. It was kinda surprising.“ ... After th...e things you made me do in the garage...”{She was going to stick with that “You made me” bullshit.}“ ... Well, let me just say I know how young boys are.” She tells me. I’m sure she was unaware of the tiny twinkle in her eyes as she said it. It made me think she might be recalling some long ago memory; or perhaps even a recollection from yesterday.“And how. But the thing I loved most was watching my aunt when she wasn't looking her perfect sagging tits were always on displayin her suits that never seemed to fit quite right .her and my uncle were fighting about something she kept calling him a perv.My aunt was in a fowl mood when she caught me staring at her tits usually she would just blush and ignore me but this time she made a big scene embarrassing me in front of everyone was so hurt and angry with her I vowed to make the bitch pay .round the. “It’s not my hands I’m worried about,” said Julie, who was staring at her father’s rampant erection. “I know you said all we’d have to do is jerk you off, but guys always talk about getting blow jobs. I’ve had two guys tell me I should do that for them.”“What guys?” asked Bobby. “Tell me, and they’ll never bother you again.”“Easy there, Hero,” said Bob. “Just like they need to get used to the idea of putting their hands and maybe even their mouths on a penis, you need to get used to the idea. I checked through the pile of scrap lumber and found some pieces of three-quarter inch CDX (plywood) that were workable and enough odds and ends of one-by and two-by to serve.I took the BMT to 23rd Street and bought some thick, industrial grade gray carpet remnants at ABC - another five bucks - and then walked home. Along the way, I stopped at Paterson (their spelling, not mine) Silks at University and Fourteenth. To my knowledge, Paterson has never sold silk bolts. Their specialty is good,.