I spent some time teaching the boys how to handle a fly rod, and Tommy ended up catching a trout that weighed more than two pounds.”“I bet that ma...e his day. He’s what, twelve?”“Not for another four months. Brian is only seven, but he still caught a few small trout, just nothing big enough to keep. Though I think they’ll both develop a love for it and the outdoors.”“Dwight, I envy you. Mike’s son, Kevin, was probably the closest thing I’ll ever have to a son.”“Don’t give up. I know you and. But given his size, he was soon running with a gang and being good with cars had finally worked really hard to make something of himself and was now the proud owner of a small chain of custom car shops.As a woman and a mother, how could my heart fail to go out to him as he told me about how his tough upbringing and years of hard work to escape from the gang life to make something of himself, which had pleased his rather fearsome but loving mom who seemed to have been the key figure in raising. Slowly, tentatively, she extended her tongue and flicked my clit with her tongue. My legs buckled and I sunk to the floor, my back against the wall. Giggling slightly she parted my limp legs and began to lick my pussy in long, deliberate strokes, her tongue probing my hole, her fingers working on my clit. I was in heaven, entirely unaware of my surroundings, of anything save her sweet tongue inside of me. I arched and thrust my hips into her faces, my hands clasping desperately at her head and. He scratched at his waist andchest discreetly trying to figure out why it felt so strange. Howeverafter a few min the feeling seemed to fade as his body lost itssensitivity to the new clothing still unaware of there presence. As theyfaded so did his alertness and sleepiness overtook him again and his eyesclosed, and his head drooped.The new woman presenting seemed slightly surprised and looked to the womennow seated to his right. They both nodded as in some silent agreement. Theother two women.