It is not like she never dressed up for me, but she always spent a little extra time and effort when Sam was waiting.Sandy would never win a beauty co...test. When she was dressed up like today, however, she could definitely attract the eyes of most men.I don’t know exactly what image most people would have in mind if I said the words, “Midwest farmer’s daughter,” but that was what I thought the first time I saw Sandy. Of course, in her case, it was true.She was almost as tall as I am. And I’m. I wanted you to know about us. I wanted you to ... watch. Otherwise I knew you wouldn't believe me."I didn't know what to say. I was way out of my depth right then and so I just waited for him to explain."You know what the saddest part is, Roy?" I heard him say ... it sounded like he was crying. "The saddest part is that she won't remember anything in the morning. In her mind we are just a normal mother and son living out our ordinary lives in an ordinary suburb of Denver."To say I was stunned. So anyway, where are you now?”“I’m probably about ten minutes away and the train is on time so I’ll see you when I get in and you can intrigue me more. ‘Bye.” I ended the call and mused about what Debbie had said and what she might possibly have in mind. I’ve been friends with Debbie for quite a few years now and we’ve had a lot of fun together. We are both forty but she is a brunette and very slim, almost thin, with lovely little cones for tits and a neat tight ass which is the result of a. I was studying for my school certificate exams at the local all-girl grammar school at the time. I did pass with distinction in all subjects but Mother had a breakdown which meant I had to take over the shop and forget plans of attending university and becoming a journalist.After a couple of years Mother recovered enough to manage the shop and I got a job at my father’s pot bank learning plate painting. My fellow workers were all girls who were a jolly bunch always laughing and full of.