She was about 1.60 cm tall, thin with a nice face, medium breasts and a well-rounded ass. As soon as I saw her, my penis wanted to pop out of my pants... She noticed the swelling in my pants, but smiled and invited me in without saying anything. Her home was not big, but it was cozy. We sat on the couch and started talking about everything. The conversation was very pleasant. We liked each other. I asked her to go to the toilet and she showed me where she was. While peeing I thought I had found a. Madison wondered if this was the fabled male affinity for spatial navigation coming into play--and if Nancy was doing the traditional female thing: stopping to ask for directions.) And in part, it was because she wasn't sure she wanted to try her luck. He had been nice to her once; by her calculations, she wasn't due for charity for another month or so.The Madison of three weeks ago wouldn't have hesitated to look him up, she realized. The Madison who had lived then would have been confident. And things weren’t all smooth sailing from there. Your mom turned out to have the same genetic disorder that killed your grandma, and it could have killed your mom too if we hadn’t caught it in time. That’s the only reason why I never gave her any more children, and it’s part of why your grandfather is around so much, why he has always been deeply invested in your development, and why he’s been super-protective of you.”BJ snorted. “Overprotective of me.”I shrugged. “He loves you. And he still. ‘I suppose, but he would tell me. He tells me everything, we’re like best friends.’ Not everything! Obviously! I thought to myself remembering the night we’d spent together and then felt ashamed of myself. ‘Maybe, but hun, do you honestly think your dad doesn’t get laid? If he went out tonight he’d be able to pull so much arse it wouldn’t even be funny.’ I told her truthfully. ‘I think you’re not giving him enough credit.’ I also think you’re getting into it too much and should shut the hell.