He didn't ask, though. For those answers, Frank decided that he would be better off simply observing, so he forced a smile and headed towards his bed,...pausing briefly as he looked to the place where Oliver had been staring. Real or not, something about the idea of David sitting on his bed was bothersome to Frank. But, he forced the feeling away as he climbed into bed, resting his head on his pillow before he looked down at Oliver, who was watching him now. Frank allowed a moment or two to pass. ” Mrs. Patterson continues to listen to their conversation as the young man decides to pass on the shoes but asks to see some athletic supporters. As the clerk moves to the shelves, she tells the lad in a business-like manner, “We have all sizes and a wide number of brands of supporters including: Bike, Flarico, Go Software, Kinkware, and Colt.” Mrs. Patterson moves around the sun-glass rack to position herself to hear a little clearer. “I am not sure which to get. My mom is the one who. He was out of prison! He was free! That was the best birthday present I could have wished for. When I asked if they had a number where I could reach him, they gave me one. I had a number to call to reach my dad!I decided that I wouldn't tell mom. She would try to stop me from contacting him. I knew that for sure. She would tell me it would hurt him if I were to call him. He wanted us to go on without him, she said. I heard her, but I wouldn't accept that. No way! Not my dad! I was going to talk. “Go do it and then come back down in a bit.” Chris walked upstairs, grabbing his briefcase on the way. He settled down on his bed and spread out some of his papers beside him. But as he reached for his laptop, he realized he was still thinking about earlier. As he pictured Taylor in his mind, he thought about her gorgeous pussy. He pulled his pants off, quickly, and pulled his boxers down a little. Chris leaned back on the pillows, closed his eyes, and remembered the motions of his daughter..