Mother’s cooking was good as always.She is a country cook. Mom looked over at Sandy and said, “Becky says you’re a great cook, among other talen...s.”Sandy said, “I try but this is so good! My mashed potatoes never turn out this good.”“Thank you.”Joyce said, “Becky tells me that you sew.”“Yes.”I said, “She sews most of her clothes. Becky and Pam wanted to know where she shopped for clothes. She made this outfit. I know what she packed. All of it is her handiwork.”Sandy said, “I’m going to make. Peter had trouble keeping up with Schuh. She was walking much more quickly than he was, so Peter had to concentrate more on keeping up with Schuh than surveying his bizarre surroundings. He had to dart around the masses of people as it got more crowded as well as dodge the mounds of trash on the floor. He had tripped a couple of times, but Schuh still wouldn’t slow down for him. They soon turned away from the main town and walked away from the chaos of the people. They reached a small brown. She would lean back on me and put my arms around her, making sure one arm was resting touching the bottom of her little tits. She would sigh real big and then always had an itch between her legs. Up came her night gown a little, and she would reach under it and scratch? I couldnt see but I could tell she was rubbing her clit. A slow finger movement that took a long time to scratch? ….No way, she obviously was rubbing her pussy. One time she said: Now dont look. I smiled and closed the one eye. I was even able to be cordial toward the guys who had stuck it to me, or to be more factual, had stuck it in my wives. None of them knew that I knew about them. They did know that I had sent George to the hospital when I caught him with Ann. They knew that Sal had taken a transfer and had gotten out of town before I could get to him after finding out about him and Shelly. They did not know that Ann and Shelly had given the rest of them up in the confrontations that had followed my catching them.