May I call you Sara? Did you get the usual religious training? You know the story when the angel comes down and tells Mary she’s pregnant? Well,...this was a bit more believable I guess. Anyway, it’s scary how much Missy’s in love with your son. For life ever after, I think, if he’ll have her. Even if he won’t, which puts her in a precarious situation. Fortunately he’s almost as much in love with her. Frankly, I think they should get married, but she won’t stay away from him, married or. His balls hung from him like powder kegs. He waited while Maggie fondled him, sizing him up; his cock in her hand pointed well beyond just erect - now an angry and achingly swollen and purplish tool of 10 inches, a broad and gnarled menace as big around as her wrist and with the single-minded disembodiment of a wrench. He had cut back his pubic hair to bristles. He put his hands to her shoulders and nudged her to move to her knees."Not just yet. Have a seat."She led him by his appendage over to. I thought that I would check out the restroom maybe he was in there just waiting to turn his trouser snake loose. I went back to the front of the store and realized that the clerk wasn't there so I reached over to retrieve the key. I sort of looked for the clerk as I passed through to the restroom, I thought maybe she had to go herself? I walked into the bathroom and no one there so I thought I'll just wait for a bit to see what shows. When all a sudden I heard the loudest shrieks several. "Your dad kept your breakfast warm." She came back to the bed, and to Vic's horror, she took the wig off Vic's head. She clucked and shook her head. "I really wish you and your friends hadn't cut your hair off," she chided. "I just can't imagine what you were thinking! So some rock singer has short hair - that doesn't mean you needed it." She ran her fingers through Vic's hair, which for a boy, was moderately long. For a girl, the hair was rather short. "I'm glad you decided to grow it.