Who didn't have such Interstate Blues?Visiting Dad in the hospital was pretty boring, so we didn't do it that much. We left that to Mom. When he was c...gent, he was just Dumb Dad.Mandy was trained that way, so she made sure to shift the numbers so that Dad's final decline got billed to the government, instead of bankrupting Mom.I did the guy things like erecting the extension ladder and hosing the gutters clean. First I had to dig the fuckers out with a hand trowel. Each year a forest of maples. Words were not enough to convey our desires, our tongues needed a different mode of expression. Soon we were both engaged in a passionate embrace with our tongues in close contact, speaking the language of love. Every now and then we would pause to gain a breath and then resume our act. I did not complain when Sameer finally laid me on the ground and started to remove my clothing. I was wearing a cotton top over a pair of skintight Levis. He made no attempt to remove my top. Instead he. At least, I don't think it did.Both of our cars were in the valet service, so I went in her car back to the mansion on the beach and carried her up the spiral staircase to her bedroom suite. In a matter of seconds, we were both naked as jaybirds and humping like college students on spring break.She drained me with her mouth, her pussy and even her gorgeous white bouncy ass. Claire was of an age when no matter how much she watched her diet and exercised to keep well-toned, her ass cheeks jiggled. What would my parents say to this?” I chuckled as I recalled that Mom had once complained to Dad that she found Steph’s clothing a bit too revealing.“Knowing them, they wouldn’t be too thrilled, but that’s their problem. They’ll soften up gradually once they meet the grandchildren, won’t they? Parents usually do. Besides, they’re not crazy fundies, just Greek Orthodox Christians with mainstream values. They’ll come around eventually, trust me, though it might take a good while. It’s not as if.