He said a short, "THANK YOU, LORD." for allowing him to be part of such a family, and have friends like these. He was learning, nearly daily, from Pet..., to give thanks for the good things in life. HE was MUCH smarter than many gave him credit for.Abe only smiled at his daughter's outcries. He had heard her like that with OTHER lovers. Maybe not THIS much, but, nearly. He centered HIS attention back on the lady he was with. He had made her faint, and had washed her face with a cold washrag, and. She wasin the top ten for tight wet hot pussies too. He lovedher pale skin and her flame red hair too, but it was herbreasts that he couldn’t get enough of. The last dozen or so women he’d been with had all hadsmaller breasts with Lola being down right flat-chested.It had been a couple years since he’d a woman with sucha great pair of breasts and she had been a stripper withimplants. Marisa’s large pale white mounds were just toogood to be true and her nipples were. She was a little bit ashamed of the feelings that this brought out in her, and of the itchy, wet feeling, that seemed always present between her legs, just before she finally went to sleep.Even her dreams started being affected by Mike's watching of her. She'd had dreams of boys for years, but not like what she was having now. Now she dreamed about boys watching her without her clothes on, and making her do things she'd never wanted to do before.Mike, Jimmy, and Tommy all figured prominently in. But my friends call me Charly." I know." He must have noticed my puzzled look because he continued, "We met at Francis' party last month. I'm Jack." He stuck his hand out and I took it.His hands were slightly callused. Working man's hands. "I remember now," I replied. "I'm sorry. I'm just bad with names at times." It's okay." He just stood there, looking lost and a little out of place."Um, may I ask why you said I was good?" Oh. That." He gestured to the small sign I'd been hanging above the.