My step sister and i then sat chatting about life and what we wanted to do with ours....I took out a couple of beers and offered her one, she told me ...hat she hardly ever drank alcohol as she did not like the taste or how it made her feel.Long story short I convinced her that we were alone at home for the weekend and nobody but us would know so she took one. After drinking her first beer I offered her a glass of wine, it was a natural sweet rose and she immediately told me that she liked. ‘… anyway, Kellie’s dad said it would be all right if you came, too,’ Brandon continued. ‘It’s just going to be him, her grandparents, and her aunts, uncles and cousins. I told Kellie you make the best pumpkin pies. Could you bring some?’ It sounded as if my plans were already made. Besides, how could I turn down a chance to be with my son on Thanksgiving? I drove by myself since Brandon said he and Kellie had plans to go out after dinner. At least I could duck out early, too. Hanging out with. He jotted down a few more notes, like buying clothing dye and a sewing machine. He even sat on his bed and doodled a fresh costume design out, before setting the notebook and pen on the night stand, and turning out the light to go to sleep. After all, tomorrow was going to be a very busy, and very interesting day. He might even call the fast food girl up. He shot back up from bed, and turned the light back on. ‘The phone number!’ He shouted to himself. He jumped out of bed, and went to the. The 'dress-code' was variable, most naked, but a few, like us preferring to have a towel round us! At one point, space was a bit tight, and it seemed as if all of the customers were stacked up on the benches. Until one by one they left. We are sitting side by side. Feeling you gently nudge my knee, I glance to see you as I am leaning back onto the upper bench, arms behind my head, my thighs looking thick and partially covered with the small towel. You are stretched forward to show the lovely.