“I just told Mia we weren’t going anywhere. You don’t have to feel jealous anymore.” “I’m not jealous,” she protested. “I’m just pl...in mad. Mia changed the locks, and says I’m not to let you in here. She knows about us, by the way. She guessed it was me you were talking about.” “That’s good,” he said. “At least we don’t have to worry that she’ll find out another way.” “I suppose, but I don’t know what to do,” Summer said. “Maybe I should just let her have her way about this stupid. This caused a discussion and we all agreed we need to have a document drawn up specifying to what extent, when, and who was responsible for us if we were incapacitated. Susan and Pat both agreed to do research on the latest information regarding different procedures to prolong life. Jerri said she would look into the legal aspects for both New Mexico and any other state in case we were severely injured in our travels. I think that seeing Aunt Alice dying had changed how we felt and looked at. Larry lay back in silence. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” she said to him, taking hold of his cock again. It was hard. He remained silent as her hand moved slowly up and down his shaft. “Perhaps I should be making the decision?” she said to him. “After all, that is what you fantasise about isn’t it?” Larry nodded. “My choice isn’t it?” she said softly. “When, where and with whom?” He nodded again. Ginny kissed him. “I’m going out with Pete later,” she told him. “Okay,” Larry. We made small talk about her school and my work and about our mutual love of fishing. We chatted about how neither my wife or her mother understood the need to be outdoors whenever possible. I reached into my cooler and took out a beer, as I cracked the top I asked her if she wanted one, fully aware that she wasn't nearly old enough to be drinking it.She took the can and thanked me. We fished and drank our beers as the summer sun rose higher into the clear blue sky over the lake. By the time.