“Get up and take your trousers down Thomas. I want to see this swelling!” commanded Laura. Tom stood up and removed his trousers and pants. He was...left standing with his shoes and socks still on and his shirt just covering his cock. Laura used the ruler to lift Tom’s shirt and look at his limp and pathetic looking cock. “Is that swollen now?” she asked. Tom shook his head. “Jerry…” Laura shot a stare at him across the table. “You were playing with your willy when I caught you…play with Thomas‘. ‘Well, then, I’m going to go get the stuff we need tomorrow afternoon, can you please do the housework then? I know you’re tired tonight, so let’s just go to bed okay?’ Sometimes I wonder, am I still dreaming, or is he real? Not only is he gorgeous, he’s funny and caring all at the same time. I stepped out of the car and hit my head on the rim. *CLONK* ‘God dammit.’ I cursed. He hugged me and gave me a kiss on the head. I threw myself onto the bed and quickly dozed off. When the alarm went. More stories about Bridget were told, and some embarrassing ones about Liam, as well.As the afternoon wore on, the house grew silent again. Liam sat with Gina by his side, his arm draped over her shoulder caressing her arm. Liam's parents were snuggled on the small love seat, giggling like newlyweds."Ah, Liam," began his father, "why don't you take Gina out and show her around town? I know nothing's open, but you can still show her where a few of the places are that we talked about today." Are. I stood up and grabbed by bathrobe off the floor. "Yes, Mom."Rose had other ideas though. "No." Just one word but her mom was turning a really scary red color."Young lady, don't you disobey me. WE are going home. And you are grounded for the rest of your life." No, Mother, I am not. Art and I are married. My place is with him. I might come to visit but this is my home now." Don't talk crazy. You are only 28 gazelons old, you can't be married." Well, I am. And here is the proof." Rose snatched.