"It suddenly struck me that she wasn't calling me "Stevie" any more. I didn't take that as a good sign."Yeah ... well ... if you don't want to, then ..... okay ... I'll understand." I didn't say I didn't want to. By the sound of it, this is serious. Is it?" Well ... I guess it is ... to me. Anyway, it's up to you. Yes or no. I'll understand if you don't." Okay ... let's talk. When and where?" Well, I'm free Saturday night and Sunday as per usual. Which works for you?" You know where my parents. In doing this, I give her the attention that she needs and the guidance and attention that she craves. Traveling with me has settled her down, I believe that. She knows that I need help sometimes and caring for me when I have been wounded has made her think outside of herself. In our short time together, we have learned to value each other. Regardless of any attachments that we develop she is a much better person now compared to when she first entered my care.“I’ve been too aggressive with. She was only wearing a bikini bottom made of netting, oversized sunglasses, and stripper heels. Unlike Lisa, however, she had a very small landing strip of pussy hair. Construct commented, “Lord, she has much of the ancient blood in her. You should breed her!”“Why not?” He looked over at the redhead and smiled and motioned with his head for her to approach.She sauntered over slowly, enjoying the effect she had on the other men around the pool. “You look like a professional. Just what would it. I sent an email and waited hoping to get no reply so that I could finally bust one my mom. Then I got a response and was to meet her at the coffee shop. Her name was Linda and we had sent pictures so we knew who we were looking for. She looked alot like my mom, curly dark hair with some gray, bigger tits, a tad chubby and about five foot two. She did not look like a someone who would like sex at all. We met and Linda told me her story, how her husband does not do it for her anymore, just sticks.