Still, I kiss it anytime I am in the vicinity, as it speaks to me of her strength, and what a mother undertakes for her children. My wife has scars an... bruises all over her legs. She is the mother of three boys, and with that comes football, baseball, soccer, and Boy Scouts. She was a swimmer herself, and could not have cared less about these kinds of things, but she made herself into quite the coach as necessity required. I love these scars too. Our joke has been that should I piss her off. “I’m Tony Taylor and this is my wife, Willa.” Tony had set the buckets of coffee down to shake the man’s hand.“I’m Carlos. I’m the cousin of the leader here. I’m a few days older than he is.” The man laughed, “We are both named after our grand-pa who went by Carl. How did you two create all this food?”“Have you been to God?” Willa asked.“Yes, many times.” Carlos shared.“The next time you are with God, touch God and ask for something.” Tony suggested, “Then the next step is believing you can ask. Oh God, he was now getting a blow job by her sister. Kim was not as bashful this time as she had been when she let him lick her. She was excited this time and jumped in with gusto. She was a little too enthusiastic and bobbed too far onto his cock and started coughing. She did not let that stop her however, as soon as the stopped coughing, she started all over again. She was so excited that she started humming. GOD! Getting a hummer blow job by this girl started getting him really going and he. He cruised the area with his mule and wagon and made part of his living making deliveries or picking up used tires, refrigerators, sinks, or whatever refuse could be sold or rebuilt. The local shopping area had a small supermarket, a liquor store, a cleaners, and a restaurant and beer hall on the corner of Linden Street. My dad's relatives owned that property and ran the businesses. The area was a decaying part of Memphis built in the 1890's. The old two story houses that were still standing.