I didn’t see any evidence of food, so I doubted he had eaten anything. Again. This scene was becoming pretty routine.Dad would come home and hit the...beer. If he wasn’t already half-lit by the time he got back, he didn’t waste much time in getting to fully-lit. He didn’t usually eat. I wondered if the calories from a twelve-pack were enough to keep him going. Somehow, I doubted it.On nights when I was home early, I’d try to get him to eat. He’d refuse. He’d just lay there and drink, sulking and. Max played along. "You HAVE to hear him now, right?"She shook her head, as if dejected. "No. Do you think..." She trailed off."What?" Max asked."Well. Maybe the shorts are muffling his voice?" Oh. Well. Yeah, maybe. Should I..." This time, he trailed off, afraid to make the first suggestion that popped into his head, on the off chance that he wasn't guessing correctly what was on her mind."Yes," she said, without hearing more. "You should take them off." Um... okay." As he reached down to unzip. ” Jamie told her friend, before continuing. “Any man should feel blessed to have you in his life. Hell, I’d be smitten if I had a girl like you by my side. You’re perfect.” Kelsey smiled and looked up at Jamie, tilting her head to the side a bit. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” Jamie shook her head. “I am not! You can do so much better than Marcus.” Jamie looked at her friend, hoping that Kelsey believed her. She was being sincere. Kelsey sipped her drink and giggled to. Even writing that my nipples became hard and my pussy began to twitch. I wonder if all erotic writers get horny as they develop their stories. Don’t know, don’t care! Gets me turned on, so I am happy! Back to my passions, secondly, I love jets, planes, and helicopters. At one point in my life I had lived in the Mile High City, I am asked a lot if I am in the club. Unfortunately no! Never got the chance and now Air Marshalls frown if you hold hands or kiss on a plane! So, looks like I.