At the other end of the one-way street was the heart of 'the village', a street lined on both sides with stores and boutiques, some straight, run of t...e mill, like a grocery store and a body shop, others, high end 'fashion' boutiques.The day-care center, itself, was a low, single floor 'ranch-style' building, painted a 'New England' greyish blue. The main door was located in the center of the long side, leading to a central hall. To one side, there was a large room with small tables, cupboards. With a little bit of makeup to add age I could have passed for early forties. ‘And this one is the loser.’ Bobby said. ‘This guy thinks he looks better with a cheap wig on than he would with his bald head exposed.’ Bobby gave me a bag for the items and threw in a couple of hats and some sun glasses and walked us to the door. ‘If necessary you can do a little mix and match with the hats, glasses, teeth and the noses to create more disguises,’ Bobby said. ‘I want to know how this works out.’ I. The feeling of fuzziness in her stomach, her love juices beginning to well and about to encountered as her man is almost fully awake and letting his hands explore the wonders of Jasmines curves which lead him to her firm cheeks. With a only a silk slip on and nothing else the dream was intensifying as Jasmines lover found her juiced flower with the tips of his fingers he was meaning full well to fumble around her sweet lips and aroused clit as he spread her juices all around her sensitive skin.. ‘What will your father say?’ she guilt-ed me with when I informed her of that bit of news. ‘What are you bringing my grandchild into?’ she lamented day after day when she called to check in on me. She was driving me out of my mind with constant questions and recriminations. Still, she was exited about becoming a grandmother, despite her apprehensions. She barely knew from one day to the next how she felt about the situation, and refused to tell anyone in our hometown that I was ‘shacking up.