After we took a drink of our coffee and sat our cups down, I felt mother put a hand on my thigh, next to my groin and ask, "I'm sorry for barging in o... you this morning, and after thinking about it last night, I'm sorry for letting things go to far, just a little to much lastnight." No mom, do not think that at all. You are a lonly woman with needs and I'm a lonly man with needs too. Besides, I love you and I want you to be happy, and I want to take care of your needs and I would love for you. "Look Tom, Will said he was a descendant of Nathan and Mary Parker. That's entirely possible. You're getting confused with his Spirit, which flows from Peter."Remember, Mary and Nathan had 8 children. My guess is that the connection for the direct lineage comes from the oldest of them, John. He was born in 1653, just a year after his mother and father were married." From what I remember," I admitted, "Tammy's right."After all, for the Parker name to pass down through the times, it had to have. " Deer season?" John asked. "It's one of those things that a lot of us hate, but we've learned that we have to put up with." There's no reason you should have to put up with such senseless butchery," she said. "These murderers make me sick." Well, I don't care for deer hunters myself," John said. "But, over the years, I've come to apprehend a bit of the logic of the situation. You see, when this area was logged over a hundred years before, it created a habitat that's ideal for deer, and. You're sitting next to me, snuggled up into my chest with a hand on it, turned slightly toward me with my arm draped over you, resting on your shoulder. Your breasts are pressed against my chest, I can feel your hardening nipples pressing into me, teasing me as they scrape across my skin. I look down into the water, feasting my eyes on your thighs and down to your ass again then back up to your almost bare breasts before I gaze into your eyes. I inch my lips closer to yours, ever so slightly,.