Anything I can do to help?" I don't know," Mark said. "I suppose we ought to get the sled loaded, then hook up the dogs. That could take a while."They...took the sleds off of the top of the pickup, and began to pile gear into them."Hey, boys," Jim said. "Don't mean to be telling you what to do, but the sleds will ride a whole lot better if you pack them right. You want to put the heavy stuff to the back, and down as low as you can get it. You don't want to take a lot of stuff for you; you've got. ”“Mom. I don’t think that’s ... oooooohhhhhh. Your tongue feels so good.” David put his hands on the back of Linda’s blonde hair.Both women on the bed watched with mouths hanging open.“But he’s your son,” Wendy said. It seemed each passing moment Wendy spent in Portsmith broke some cardinal rule. She watched Linda work the monstrosity. It was such a loving, caring blowjob that even if she hadn’t known Linda was David’s mother, she might have guessed it.David looked over at the women on the bed. " What?" I asked, having paid no attention whatsoever to the sermon. I had been too busy communicating with God."Reverend Brimstone doesn't like this new fashion of women wearing slacks," Dad explained. "He based his sermon on a passage in the Bible - something from the book of Deuteronomy in the Old Testament. He said that God forbids us to wear clothes of the opposite sex. Therefore, it's a sin for women to wear trousers or slacks, because trousers are male clothing. Just as it's a sin. .. excuse me, my new breasts.I was ready to go, when I got a look at myself in the hall mirror.Something was missing. Hell, makeup, I wasn't wearing any. I thought aboutgoing without, but back came that "lazy slob" image nagging at me. Therewas some lipstick in my purse and, don't ask me how, but I know how to useit. I did my lips, pursing them just right, then blotting with a tissue. Alittle blusher on my cheeks and I was ready to go.***The ShopRight was a five-minute drive from the apartment..