.. I had been an asshole. I felt as if I'd had every right to be upset, but I hadn't handled things well at all. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm...sorry," I repeated, bringing a small smile to Heather's lips. "I should have talked with you before." I thought you'd like it," Heather said quietly. "I was wrong." Maybe not," I replied. "I sure didn't like it the night you sprung it on me, but who knows... maybe you should have taken lessons from Stacey." I smiled now, feeling we were once. He works out a lot and is the ideal alpha male. All of the girls in high school and college desired him over me. One time I was kissing this girl and she called out Ryan’s name in an orgasmic way. My dick is weak… only 4 and a half inches hard. Ryan’s is a good 8 or 9 (based upon what I saw while he was plowing my mom). Ryan and my mom have kept their relationship under wraps for the past several months. They have no clue that I know of them fucking around. Lately, their actions have been. Bill acted as if he was out of control, almost maddened, not at all like the man she thought she knew. ‘I know you want me as badly as I want you, Abby,’ Bill said, his voice hoarse with lust. ‘Come on, sweetheart, let’s get on the bed.’ Holding Abby by her breasts, Bill pushed her to the bed and down on it. Then she felt his clothes rubbing her bare skin when he lay on top of her. She couldn’t believe he wasn’t going to take his clothes off. Bill kissed Abby, then reached between, unzipped his. She was giggling uncontrollably at my reaction."Say it ain't so," I added, still trying to sound wounded."It's so," replied Inez, still battling fits of laughter. "I take it you don't like the Yankees?" I don't have anything against the team or the players. What I don't like is some of their fans, who can tell you in a flash how many world championships they've won, but actually don't care all that much about the game of baseball." And what makes you think I'm not like that?" Inez said with a.