“Well, to be completely candid the dick in question is somewhat, um, obscured from view in a fair number of the shots, so you’d probably be disapp...inted.”“Oh, that kind of naughty! Then yes, I absolutely want to see them, you dirty, dirty girl.”I haven’t even written a will. I wonder if they’ll bury or cremate my remains? My poor parents, mourning their son before they’ve even reached retirement age. I bet it’s going to lead to a hell of a eulogy. Cause of death: boobs and bawdy conversation.If. "Young lady, I am Michael Johnson. Please tell me your name? I do like to know whom I am eating with." Oh, sorry. Howdy, Mr. Johnson. My name is Abigail O'Halloran, but you kin call me 'Abi.'" Fine, Abi, then you may call me 'Mike.' You don't look underfed. Why are you begging for food at this time?" It's kind of embarrassin', but I tell ya my story as soon as I gits some food inside me." She smiled at that, and I smiled back at her. The waitress came up, and we ordered. Practically as fast as. Now if you will excuse me I’m going to take a look out the back to see for myself if all this secret squirrel stuff is really true.”By this time Don Weasley’s mouth was opening and closing but with no words coming out. His eyes were also jumping from each of the elders’ faces and back to the Area Elder’s face looking for some sort of a clue as to what he should do. Eventually Rufus Winthrop just said with a somewhat resigned sigh, “Well ... arrrr ... I guess that pretty well wraps things up. “Sometimes,” I had to smile at her.“Cos I wouldn’t mind trying an idea we had.”“Oh well you can use the office, feel free.”“Thanks,” she rewarded me with an electrifying smile, “you coming Saffs?”She swayed out in her skin-tight tank and boy-cut panties, with Saffie’s hand on one asscheek, inside the panties.“Toast?” asked Amanda.“Thanks,” I dragged my eyes away from the door.“We ought to catch up in the garden, after breakfast?”“Okay.”So we cut the grass, trimmed some shrubs and did a bit of.