Even if it reminded me of the old family tradition, someone sometime had formalized it and put it in a church cookbook.Like I did whenever I was overw...elmed like this, I took my guitar into my room and started to play.“You’re sad, J,” Pey said. She plopped onto the beanbag next to me and cuddled against me while I continued to mindlessly let my fingers find chords and notes. “Whatever it is that makes you sad, I’m here to share it with you.”“Do you ever get sad for no reason at all, Pey?” I. We order and sit down. Jane sites opposite me and does not adjust her skirt as it rides up to mid thigh level - another sign that she is relaxed! we chat and are soon disturebed by Marcus and James saying'HI' and asking to join us. They are both a little more dishevelled than earlier but still well presented. Both are 6 foot, Marcus is black and well built with his white shirt taut across his chest and arms, James, who is white, is in a suit and not as well muscled.They both are funny and. Carla starts to moan even harder and she knows Matthew can hear it.Carla grabs the head of the stranger and pushes his face on her breast to show him to play with her nipple. He gets the hint and starts sucking and biting on her nipple more and more. She moves her head backwards and enjoys this feeling. She slowly pushes his face to the other breast, because that one needs attention too. He starts to kiss and lick the other one and moves his hand to her now free breast and plays with her hard. I motion Alys to sit at the table."Nim," I brush a lock of hair back. "Wake up sleepy head."He gives a mumble and tries to swat my hand."Come on love, we have a guest," I say tenderly into his ear.He breathing changes as he comes awake. "Did you call me love?" he opens his eyes by degrees."Yes. Love," I repeat."Very good," he pats my arm as he yawns and stretches."And who are you young lady?" He looks over to Alys, who is watching us like we are a sweet candy she has been denied."Nimrod, may I.