“Here,” I said handing her the can.“Thanks, honey,” she took a sip, “why does it taste different?”“Maybe because it’s not chilled.”S...e said nothing and emptied the whole can. Now all I had to do was wait. Because good thing comes to those who wait.There were only 15 minutes left for the movie to end but when I turned to look at mom, she was fixed on her place like a mannequin. Her eyes were still on the screen but her gaze was empty. Her pupils were dilated. I remember the first time I gave her. “So, I take it you’re a doctor now?” he asked as he paddled.“Mmm hmm. I’m going to be taking patients at Dr. Brown’s office as soon as we come in off the water. What about you? Following in your father’s footsteps?”“Uhh – no. I’m an artist.” His voice had an edge of something that sounded almost like apology.Surprised, she turned back to look at him. “Really? I never knew you did anything like that. So, do you paint?”“Draw, paint, computer painting... I’m learning a little about sculpting from. I'm going over to your parents." Why?" Jason asked."To talk." With?" Your mom." And?" Beth." Are you sure you really want to?" Honey. I won't let this ruin the relationship between us and yourfamily. Mary and your mom are fine with this. And, I don't want your momto have to take sides." All right. I guess." I'll be back later." I think we're going to get Jason out of the house," Sara said, "Heneeds to get his mind off of this." I thought I was the psychologist," Mark quipped."But, I just want. The cab was small so she sat on my lap, actually a treat because she was a pretty and slim adolescent just sprouting tits. As we drove the motion of the truck moved her tight ass on my lap. I wasn’t sure if it was all road-induced however, but her butt caused the typical male reaction to having female flesh in close contact.Ole Bill had just turned sixty-five but I was barely fifty. My last romantic interest had moved away a few months ago so I was horny.When we turned up his driveway I.