I assumed he was buying a ticket or something."Does your mother need her shopping urgently?" Marjorie asked."I'm not sure. Perhaps." Please take it to...her and then come back for a coffee in about half an hour. Please?" Of course."+++As I reached my front door I could see Alan's car turning into the road. I was pleased that he would be home in seconds. I hadn't been convinced that Marjorie was as unaffected as she said she was.I handed the small amount of shopping over to my mother before. It’s gotten more annoying and a bit louder, so I figured I should bring it by and have you take a look at it." Her eyes roamed over me a bit and I wondered if she could see the outline of my cock."Let me take a look," I grabbed my baseball cap and headed out into the bright sun. I walked around the car sat in the driver's seat and even popped the hood, but couldn't detect any out of the ordinary noises. "I can't find anything wrong with the car Mrs. Winter." Really? It was just doing it when I. I have to say that my brother matured quite fast for his years. It could be because our father died, I was to young to remember him, but he does. I think he took the role of the man of the house, and maybe that was the reason, why I was attracted to him so badly, and unfortunately still am. I remember how we used to fall asleep together in our tree house, and because it would be cold, I would press myself against him and he would wrap his arms around me. Back then, when people saw that, they’d. He'd been to parties and barbecues over there and had them over to his place. But only because of her. Mort was an asshole, through and through. From the top of his already bald head to the tips of his hairy toes the man was all ass. He used to ask himself how she could ever have chosen a person like Mort, until she finally tossed him out on his ass. Now he truly wished he was twelve years younger and in better shape.Angie had finished dusting and moved out of view to the left. Coming once more.