" Lois was saying."Lois this seriously isn't the time for this. Tiffany, can you please come out from under there? I would like to talk to you," asked...my mom."No. I can't. You'll be mad." Tiffany called from her not so secret hiding place."I won't be mad. I promise," replied mom.It took a few minutes to convince Tiffany to come out. She wanted to keep the covers with her to cover up with, but they stuck to the bed. Maybe I shouldn't tuck them under the mattress like that. However, when Tiffany. You took me by the hand and led me down the path that ran along the shore, but with about twenty-five feet of trees between us and the lakeshore. Not totally secluded, but certainly shady enough to feel as though we were in our own world. We came to a small clearing with a downed tree across it. You turned to me, pulled me by my hips toward your body, and kissed me, deep and wet. I'm sure you felt my growing hardness, as your supple breasts melted into my shirtless torso. I ran my fingers. It's hard as hell to have to keep wiggling back and forth so one side doesn't dry out before he can work his way back over to it. I mean, shit! I thought Texans were supposed to have big dicks and I can squeeze a hot dog in two without trying too hard and still can't get any satisfaction. If you can't make my pussy any tighter, can you at least get me a job in New York? I've heard they are all pricks, there. Love, NancyJane." Dear Santa. My name is BillyJoeBob and I don't know what kind of shit. Um ... I mean if you're ... um ... happy ... if it's what..."He held out his palms."I'm not judging," he said.Oh dear. George knew he was making a hash of it and tried to rally."I mean, if you look at it a certain way, I do the same thing with the people I go and visit," he said. "We're both giving people a bit of company. Only I don't have to do the ... uh ... physical side of things..."George ran aground."I'm trivialising it, aren't I? It's not the same at all. I'm not forced to ... uh ... do.