Helen and I had breakfast before she left. She was up before me, prepared everything. Even helped me out of bed. I like her son, reminds me of your mu...,” he told me while wheeling his wheelchair into the kitchen. Charlie, strolling behind him.“I like her too dad.”Two months had passed since dad had left the hospital. It was a long road for him, to adapt to his new way of life. He would try to do something on his own, without success. Getting frustrated, he would give up on life. Helen and I. It's deeply ingrained in me. I check on her all the time. I get up in the middle of the night to check on her and then go back to sleep. I should have told you where I was going.Honey, what I'm about to tell you could get me in a lot of trouble, but I trust you so I'm going to risk it. I have never trusted anyone with it before, so that should give you some idea of how I feel about you.I work for the city. I'm a Civil Engineer. I'm still just learning the job in Dallas. It's a little different. I was careful not to mention the goldfield at all, simply saying we got to our destination.We then told the tale of running across the bandits and our fight with them. We actually spent most of the time telling them of our trip back. The mules straining to pull the heavy loads, the long days, camping in the rain, driving in the rain, making camp in the rain. The mules wearing themselves out trying to pull the wagons through the heavy sticky caliche when we couldn’t find hardpan for them to walk. Ron buried his ten inchesof black meat in Linda's belly as she watched Wandel move intoposition to help with Sheila.Wandel did not wish to be left out again. He moved around to thefront of Sheila and slid his hips underneath Sheila's pretty faceuntil his wet black cock was just under her mouth. She had had hereyes closed as she had concentrated on the feelings she was gettingfrom her forever stretched vagina. When she felt Wandel's slimyblack tool rubbing against her face, she opened her eyes..