I let the stress of the day slide off my champagne addled mind. My biggest problem was that I fell into a deep sleep. I had even been dreaming."Carree...! Come on!!" Bill said as he shook my arm."Leave me alone!!" I countered. "Let me wipe the cobwebs here, give me a second!" Come on Carree, you're drunk and carrying on. Now come inside." Bill said pulling on me.If steam could actually come out of your ears, I could have powered a locomotive.I snapped awake to make a point. "God DAMN it Bill, I. What does everyone else think?”“Oh! Reg! How nice of you! I'd love to be a live-in grandmum. I hope that the others like the idea, because I love it. I promise that I wont be an interfering old busybody. I'll give the four of you as much privacy as you need, but I'll be there if you need me.”“I must say that I like the idea that I wont be abandoning my mum after all. She and I get on really well.”“Will that make us a menage a cinq?”, Maria asked.“No. I don't think so. I'll just be a live-in. The last room he entered was the bedroom. Looking on top of the dressers, they were void of anything except necessities. Next were the drawers, and the regular place he kept it. Still nothing. After stepping from the walk-in closet, he stopped dead in his tracks. The bed was unmade and rumpled. There on his recently deceased wife’s side was that which he hunted. The .45 automatic lay there, the magazine removed, and the one round meant for him that night rested atop of a piece of paper.. As we tend to were home, I had worn a try of white and pink cotton shorts, a pink bandeau and a white pasta and Risha wore an especially short black hot pants that hardly coated her butt and a red camisole that showed off her horny navel.So, once the formal introductory talks, we tend to had our dinner so got snug on the seat along side our drinks for the motion-picture show. The motion-picture show went on, and that I might sometimes see a boob press a smooch, some movement in her shorts and.