Her lips tasted like lipstick infused with red wine. They were puffy and soft. Her mouth opened between each kiss as if searching for something. My mo...th met hers again as our tongues swirled and probed.From my vantage point, I looked down her blouse to see two tightly wrapped tits. The top of her cleavage showed signs of wrinkling, but heck… she was seventy. Her perfume mesmerized me and fueled my passion.I led her upstairs to my bed. She embraced me and rubbed my chest and arms. She pressed. ." And before you even complete the sentence your hit in the neck with another piece of paper."Why don't you go get smoothies with Freddie?" You suggest and you don't even look up when Sam groans dramatically. "Or you can wait patiently until I finish this work." Fine!" Sam cries and for a few minutes there's silence and no more flying projectiles. You're not sure how long you frown down at your text book but when you finally finish, shutting your book, Sam is watching quietly."What?" You ask. That’s all I care about right now.”“You just don’t know how things are done around here,” Homer growled. “You’re still wet behind the ears.”Hidden by the desk, Cal clenched his fist, and then forced himself to unclench it.“I didn’t mean any harm by calling Ross. I just was trying to find out...”“You told him that ‘I was on board’,” Homer ranted, “and that’s a direct quote from Jack.”“That’s true,” Cal admitted. “I thought you were on board. I thought we had a meeting about that at the Bluebird.. Later that night he sent a text saying he's bored and if I'd like to come hang out, John's parents home was about a ten-minute walk from me. We nave really hung prior to that day but it's safe to say that those ten minutes of a walk took me about five. John had this cool basement that you could go to without passing through the main entrance to the house. It was every child's dream, a room with a large TV, a bunch of gaming consoles, a couch and a large bed.When I got there John turned on the.