After showering and getting ready for the day, I sat in the kitchen drinking my morning coffee. The front door opened and slammed shut. I dropped the ...up and jumped out of my seat, knocking the chair backwards onto the floor. The cup smashed when it hit the table and coffee splashed me, soiling my shirt and shorts."Wow, what a mess."I turned quickly to see Joan shaking her head. I stepped to the side to see around her.Joan looked over her shoulder and said, "What are you looking at?" Um,. I rubbed the already sensitive underside of my cock a little on him, then pulled myself back so that the tip of the erection could slide down along the crack and stop at his hole. There was no way I could enter him only by pushing forward, so I grabbed my hard-on, aimed it at his entrance and applied pressure. “Oh, Dave!” I sighed as I slid inside him, some lather still hidden down there and the looseness caused by my finger made the penetration easier than I expected and very pleasant for both. When I arrived to the address I notice it was the project , which would explain her cheap taste in liquor . I know it never good to judge some just because of their financial status but , some project chick have champagne taste , living on EPT money , and some have EPT money and beer taste . Sometimes you just gotta live with what you got , and never inspire for too much greatest .I call here and asked what was her apartment and she informed it was on the top floor , which can sometime be a bad. " That's neat. Can we play with them?" Eleanor asked."Certainly," Laura replied. "Only, when they are very small they can't play. But later on they will." I remember that with Thomas and Rebecca," Nick said seriously - referring to his youngest 'siblings'. "When they were new they could only sleep and cry." And have milk from their mommy," Eleanor added. Laura smiled.We sat down for lunch. Before long the kids had had their fill and lost interest. They were allowed to run and play; they are.