’ There are also flowers for the baby and each of the two dogs. Every flower has a small, framed picture, every flower except the ‘Mommy’ flower... I finally had to take that picture down last week. It’s not only the bedroom. Everything in the house is exactly as his wife left it. In many ways, she never left at all. She is still here and I feel her every day. Everywhere I move in this house, I feel the evidence of a life — a wedding, a baby, a sweet little cabin in the mountains, years spend in. She gave away my grandfather’s belongings of worth to my aunt’s family while my mother and siblings got the old junk like a pocket watch that didn’t work and a box of old belt buckles. I ended up with nothing that belonged to my grandfather because I was the oldest grandchild and had spent the most time with him. While I don’t believe that possessions are more important than the time you spent with that person, I would have liked to have a little something of my grandfather’s to remind me of. “Meg?” Ben asked. Meg launched herself into Ben’s arms and wrapped her arms and legs around him. “Sp…sp…sp…spider,” she said shaking. Matt looked over in the shower and covered the huge spider with a towel and took it outside as Ben tried to calm Meg down. Bens hand trailed up and down her spine as he walked them into her bedroom. Meg squirmed in his arms. “Meg,” Ben whispered “Stop moving.” He could feel her heat pressed against his cock and her pebbled nipples against his chest. Ben groaned. ”“Keri, you are way too hot!”“I am not!”“You are pretty hot, hon.” I quietly injected.“Hush!”“Yes mam.”“Now, Sarah you make the sandwich. I will go with Mick upstairs and help him get comfortable and we will be back down SHORTLY.”“Whatever you say, Boss. Mick, regardless I will have something for you to take on the tour.”She smiled and reached over to scratch and itch on her left tit, causing it to jiggle deliciously and drawing my eyes to the movement. Tits really are like lazar.