Now, he was hurt. The thought of it was killing me as I stood there holding my Penny. Uncle Phil owned a small hardware store and I knew that he was ...oing to need me to help him get through this. For all the times I needed him and he was there for me, I couldn’t say no, nor did I want to. When I needed money for my first car, Uncle Phil gave me a loan. When I got arrested for public intoxication, uncle Phil bailed me out. When I overslept and missed the bus to the state finals my junior year,. I almost passed out when she had driven their lawn mower over into our yard….a dark blue 90s bikini top holding 2 perfect tits that bounced and jiggled with each bump. Frayed cut off jeans that were a normal length but when she was on her knees in the garden they stretched hard against that phat mommy butt that had 3 k**s but didnt look a day over 30. Her daily work attire always included stockings and pumps and a thin blouse that my imagination ran wild with. Teenage boys aren't supposed to. My new girlfriend Joyce, myself, and John and his wife. I had never even imagined he had time for a wife. John was the type of guy who never even took the time for a proper lunch, preferring to run around the office with a sandwich hanging out of his mouth. John suggested we all meet that evening at a local bar for a few drinks then head on over to a cozy Italian restaurant he knew of. Sounded great to me. I called Joyce and she approved. I told her to dress casual and meet me at the bar at. "Pookie?" Kim exclaimed. "She called him Pookie?? How so terribly precious." Look at them," Shawna commented at Sophia and Warren working on some steps. "They skate really close together." Bah. Let's see how close they skate together after this", Kim said.Kim was a consummate game player, and she did a bit of footwork, heading right towards Sophia and Warren. She timed it to end in a near-collision. And it did, sort of, but Sophia and Warren, used to skating during group lessons and public.