We sat down on the couch and I put some ice on my shoulder and knee. She ask if i wanted a massage. I took my shirt off. Her warm soft hands felt wond...rful on my neck and shoulder, i was wondering how they would feel on my balls. She did that for a whole. I figured i had nothing to loose so i turned and put my lips on here before she could react. She pulled back for a second, the opened her mouth and put her arms around me. I continued kiss her down the neck while un buttoning her shirt to. It was small and cramped- perfect for us. He flipped on the fan and turned on the shower, waiting a few seconds to pass as the water heated up. He stepped in first, and motioned me to get in with him. He placed his hands on my face- we were just about the same height, with me slightly taller, but not by much, and pulled me in, resuming our kiss from earlier. Our bodies tightly woven together, he reached over and swiped the shower gel. He placed some of the liquid in his hands, and began to rub. Bart is onlyin fourth grade. I just don't understand. Maybe I should just pretend I neversaw anything. Maybe I should talk to Homer. On second thought, I probablyshouldn't talk to Homer. I have to talk to him. I have to explain to himsomething. Oh I don't know what to do. I guess I should keep him home fromschool today, and tell him about uhhmmm relationships."Bart was so embarrassed that he never came down. Marge told Lisa that Bartwas sick and wasn't going to school today. Homer was at work. I looked at our seven and he came to me, “This guy is probably better than me, but not you. He’s going to shit and freeze up and not do well as soon as we put you up against him. The guy can’t shoot worth a shit if he doesn’t feel dominant.”That was a truth as the lag was silly as he bounced his ball a foot off the bottom cushion.I broke and ran the first three racks. The fourth break only one sank, but the table totally sucked. I should have checked how tight the rack was. My only recourse was.