I decidedto make the best of it so I can spend more time with Ron, Chase and therest of the groomsmen. It's not like I knew any of the bridesmaids,any...ay. Ron's dad was hobnobbing with some executive looking men. Theyrealized we were a bachelor party and asked all of the guys in our groupwhat they did for a living.After asking all of the guys, one of the executives lastly turned to me."So little lady, what do you do for a living?"Little lady? I replied, "I'm the CEO of a small consulting. Checked each one. And then I checked them all again with my other foot. Honestly, I'm going a bit potty." You need to do more baking." There it is, Celia's solution to everything; do more baking. Or to be more exact, it's Celia's recommended solution to whatever ails I've decided to moan about this week. Also I think it is a dig at my complete lack of baking skills and lack of respect for all things baky, as well as a sly dig at my slatternly housewifely domestic standards. Each Tuesday. I can hear her weeping getting decreasing and almost stopped. I smelt her mood ‘ Yes ,I got it ‘ she is receiving my want’s , I bent myself kissed in her boob’s both side I smelt the milky flavor The tit are small in size I bit it she moaned , I clutched her belly and squeezed it she Lost her balance I just bent her on the table she kept her ankle and bent like a ‘tilted L’ she laid on the table ,I sat down her back side and I spread her legs , I saw the holy holes . I touched in my index. "Your father..." He's gone to play golf," Chris said as he forced her to remain on her side.Allison relaxed a bit but said, "You shouldn't be here." Why not?" Chris began to kiss his mother's neck teasingly."It's not right," she answered, but trembled and turned her head to give him better access to her neck."Turn onto your stomach," Chris said and pushed her over until she was on her stomach. He continued to kiss her neck, working his way up to her ear. He whispered, "Have you ever had your.