" Dear?" I met this girl..." WHAT?" Jean's eyes popped."C'mon, Mom, you know this shit isn't going to last! You said so yourself!" Well, yes, but..." ...nd I can't take Candace to the Prom -- or Beth -- or Louise..." I know, Son, but..." I know better than to blow this, okay? It's totally separate!" Rick insisted."Well, it is until she doesn't put out one day and you go to see one of us ... Women sense that kind of thing, Dear." Jean argued."Well, she's not putting out right now, and I haven't. Maybe part of it was still the mind blowing effect of the fact that she still looked like she belonged on a black and white 50's series. have I mentioned she wore glasses? Nerdy, dorky...and not hipster style intentional nerdy glasses, but your mom's ugly glasses. I think her eyesight was really bad because she never took them off. Her looking up over the horizon of those gargantuan titties (I have no idea what her cup size and since I promised a 100% true story I won't make up some bullshit. "You're such a dingbat, Dad!" she exclaimed, her gorgeous amber eyes twinkling rather brightly."But, Honey, I really want to know. These are mystical female secrets all men want answers to."I adored her amusement.Dr. Silverstein officially declared me healthy on Thursday, one week after the microsurgery. I was horny. A week without sex with my daughter was too long. It hadn't been as hard on Sasha, though. I'd given her orgasms at night from fondling her hairless pussy, eating her, and. She was going to take it to the homeless shelter to give the contents to the people there. I warned her, "Be careful in the alley behind the shelter. I hear people get attacked there." I'll be careful, Alex," replied Debra with a smile.I set off in my crappy old pickup towards the old docks. There might be some iron and copper laying around. With the prices these days it was lucrative to collect them and sell it to a scrap dealer. It wasn't making me rich, but it supplemented my meager salary.