‘What do you mean?’ I asked him. ‘Where am I?’ ‘The hospital,’ Lance told me. ‘The hospital?’ I was still confused. ‘What happened?�...� ‘The doctor said it was alcohol poisoning,’ he told me. I couldn’t remember anything. Then my eyes widened and I looked at them. ‘You didn’t call my father, did you?’ ‘Of course, we did,’ Dalton told me. ‘He’d want to know.’ I groaned. ‘Oh, no,’ I said in a low voice. ‘What happened to your face?’ Dalton asked me. ‘Nothing.’ Lance sat on the chair that was beside. "Let mommy do this for you, baby." Finding the snaps to the pajamas, Blondie undid them and began to pull them down. "Lift up baby," she told Alexander and he complied. Blondie pulled the pajamas down to his ankles and stared at her son's reddened dick. It was a good sized one, at least in her limited experience, nearly seven and a half inches of young adolescent male cock. She slid her hands back up his thighs, halting just below his prick. "I just want you to know how much. When they arrived back at their apartment, she showed him all of the things she did for him while he was away. He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, trying to take his mind off of her, watching as she bent over to move her shoes out of the walkway, tempting him to mount her right there… She smiled, watching him adjust his package. If only he knew how she masturbated over him on those lonely nights… She went down on her knees to find something underneath the bed. As she arched over to reach. The people who made our bullet resistant vests brought a van full of new designs they wanted us to evaluate. They even brought some of the new advanced body armor. They also asked if they could test and photograph the vest I had been wearing in Portugal.Photograph and inspect yes ; test no, most testing of that type involved some destruction. It was already hung on the wall in my office with the others as a reminder of just how close I had come to dying; not that I needed a reminder.The down.