“You’re no worse for wear,” she commented, sitting beside him, brushing several strands of lengthened hair from his forehead. Pete rubbed his ri...ht knuckles, sore from his fight with Jake. She touched his chin, observing the scrapes and bruises on his face. “Not too bad. I imagine Derek has done worse to you.”“He has,” he smirked. Pete looked at Abby standing in the family group but glaring mad at him. “What have I done Mom?”“The only thing you did wrong was picking the worst time and place to. He's the only good relationship I have in my life," she said."Sounds to me like he doesn't mind," he wrote."I don't know..." she replied."I bet you he's thinking about you right now," he typed."You think so?" she asked."I know so..." he said."I wish you were him," Melody replied.Mark's cock throbbed at that last comment, "go check if he's still awake, I'll be here..." he said.Without thinking Mark got up and slipped out his room, going downstairs to the kitchen. Melody heard him in the kitchen. They were a good size, with a nice shape. Guys always went crazy over them. My breasts always seemed larger to me than they actually were. At a 34 C, they weren't exactly small, but the fact that I was barely 5'3", and 108 pounds (including my freshman 5), made them appear even larger. This could be a good or bad thing depending upon the circumstances. They were great as an attention grabber when I wanted to be noticed, at other times they were a real nuisance. They could be very sensitive,. Cara was…careful with their money with her own family, but freely spend it with friends and her husband’s family. She would also spend time with her friends weekly, but only went to her parent’s house once or twice a month for dinner. My wife has always taken care of her parents better than Cara did. The animosity between them was obvious though, and if they weren’t siblings, they would’ve never spoken to each other. Lucky for me though, they were.After four years of marriage, my wife is.