Number two son considering suicide; call Dave.Big brother arrived, and when he asked, 'how bad is it?' I was forced to spell it out for him. Dave and ... talked until midnight. Well, he did most of the talking, asking questions, which I willingly answered. He didn't criticize my behavior, although I'm sure he would have liked to beat some sense into me. It was good to have someone to pour my heart out to."Be ready at seven AM. We'll have breakfast," he said as he was leaving.I agreed to have. I could tell at the awards banquet. She had that look in her eye. Probably the same look I had the first time I met your father." She turned her head and kissed the old man and snuggled back into his arms."Well, it's all a big surprise to me," I admitted."Me too, Kid," the old man said with a wink. I knew what he was thinking. It was the same thing I had been thinking. She's out of my league."If it can happen to me, it can happen to you," he said, giving Marla another cuddle."Aw, I'm nothing. It would be so easy to get fucked, yet her conscience held her back.Dane had worked her tits into complete tautness, and he bent down and licked her engorged nipples, making her whimper with frustration. He sucked one throbbing nipple, then the other, and her knees got rubbery. She wished she could just sink down and surrender herself to him.That would be quite a shock to Craig, though. Jodie imagined him returning to find her fucking up a storm with her own kid. Poor strait-laced Craig would. Shirley's birthday, a month before mine, fell on a Saturday. Her family had a party for her, inviting her friends. The party was fun. We had cake, ice cream, and cool aide, danced to 45's (single song records for you young readers.), and had a great time. The party started breaking up around 8:30pm because some of the kids wanted to go to the VFW as there was to be a new band. Shirley and I helped clean up the mess then got ready to go dance too. I had bought a 46 Chevrolet 4 door. It was a.