"Well, we have all kinds of child assistance things here, my good woman. We have intellectual aids, shyness alleviators, potty trainers..." "That's it..." Jill interrupted. "That's what I've been looking for. My son, he has a problem with, well, number one." The old man snapped his fingers. "I've got just the solution. Dannie!" A busty young woman came out from the back room. "Yes?" "Find me the toilet training capsules that came in a few days ago." Jill expected her to come out with some sort of. They are very close and have a very special relationship.John is seventy. He is five-feet-ten, slightly overweight, with gray hair and a thick, 7.5 inch love tool.Marie is a nineteen year old college student. She has shoulder length blond hair. Marie is five-foot seven-inches tall; her boobs are 36D and as she says, "shaves in all her nice bits." John's View: Well how do I start this true story? I have lived alone for the past three years. My granddaughter came to stay with me to be close to. It was cool right now, but not terribly so. He could hear Barbara humming happily in the kitchen behind him. She'd decided a glass of hot chocolate would be just the thing to end the day with.They'd been two years and more getting here. It hadn't been easy. Steve had fought it tooth and nail for a long time. If his firm hadn't effectively forced him to go with Barbara to counseling, they wouldn't have made it.Steve chuckled at the memory. At the last Fourth of July picnic, he and Barbara had. I also had a cathetercoming out of my dick that was draining more gross-looking liquid into abag hanging on my bed. When the nurse asked me if I wanted something forthe pain, I took everything that they'd let me have. Anyway, after acouple more days they removed the tube that was draining my incision,showed me how to care for my catheter, and discharged me.You wouldn't believe the bag of medications that they gave me to takehome: Vicodin for the pain; Uraxotral to make it easier to pee; a.