"Okay, enough about me. What's your story? I get the feeling you're not from around here." Oh come on, old Quohonnic stock, can't you tell?" she laugh...d, and moved in closer to him, where he could smell the mix of perfume and cigarette and sweat, and couldn't help but stare into her ample cleavage, now thrust even closer to him. "Daddy was a palagi seaman, he married Mom and brought her back here, started this bar for her. She moved back to Samoa when he died, and now it's mine. Well, if the. We took the launch to his beautiful boat that was anchored in the harbor. He opened a bottle of wine and we kept drinking and telling stories. Suddenly he said, "Oh my God, you're not wearing panties." I noticed I was showing and quickly covered up. I told him that I never wore them, and he laughed. He asked me if I was a bad girl. I admitted that I sometimes was a bad girl and grinned. Tom reminded me that no one knew I was there and that no one could hear me if I screamed. I hoped he was just. All manner of things were going through my mind but I just decided to go find her and see."Hi, what did you want to talk about, Mom," I asked with a bit of a tingle in my cock knowing it was liable to be the topic of conversation."Well, I couldn't help but see, well, your manhood, shall we say. And, Jeremy, it looks like you have inherited one of your father's best aspects. He did have a few." Oh, Dad was hung, you mean?" Well, yes, you might put it that way. Happily for me at the time, I might. . ...”Now, what do you two have to add to that deal?”Joe told him, “I’ve got an old T-Bird convertible back home, that I need to see about trading in on a new one - if I can get a good deal.”I was speechless, but I managed to reached out and shake Frank’s hand.“I don’t know what to say, so I’ll just keep my mouth shut for now.”“Well, I hope you’ll keep quiet when I have a new Lincoln convertible delivered to Pat - as a Dealer Demo.”“Whatever you and Mom work out, I just hope it’s for the good.