She knows exactly what to say or do. She has no moral ambiguity. When she makes up her mind, there's no changing it, unless you can prove that she's w...ong, and even then, she's probably going to want to see the Boolean algebra you used.So it was with a little bit of apprehension that I waited for whatever it was that my daughter had to say. She is not a fidgeter, but when she's nervous, she chews on her lip. Like my wife used to.I could tell that she had played this conversation out in her head. His place was a right sight nicer than the shack he rented me; red brick two story with a three car garage but I was never one for finery so I'd make do.He said his woman shouldn't much mind a little commotion as all she ever done was watch the tube, paint her nails and wander off to the bingo hall Saturday night.''Going to a church bingo game din't make you a gambler anymore than standing in a garage makes you a car.''''My missus, Nadine is best described as a hole in search of a donut,. I need to finish asking this question. Will you go out with me this weekend?’ Jamie sat there, staring at the bedspread with her face partially hidden behind her knees. Her lack of response deeply worried Tim and he felt the need to break the awkward silence that fell on the room like a wet blanket. ‘I know it is short notice… it being Friday already, so if you are busy… I would be more than happy to make it another day, if you want.’ Finally she looked at Tim with a puzzled expression. ‘Why. I could feel the blood moving through his shaft and the persistent pounding of his pulse. I slid my hand slowly and deliberately up the length of his cock. I kissed the head like it was my long lost lover. I rubbed and sucked his cock and felt him stir and awaken."Oh my," Mitch said. "You look so good with my fat cock in your mouth, darling."I looked up at Mitch and pushed back my long hair so he could get a full view of my pretty face with his cock sliding deeper in my mouth. A sight, I.