Lots of pickup trucks in the parking lot, but that was it. While we searched for a slot, I saw Mom's car. Empty.Dan's hand on my shoulder, reassuring ...e as we hurried inside, gave Bill's name, got directions. Found Mom in the waiting room of the intensive care unit.Okay. Mom and I NEVER cried together. I mean, she cried in my arms when she came back home to Alabama, but this ... We BOTH cried. Poor Dan. I guess he felt totally helpless with two crying females in front of him.Finally, he asked,. When Darrin had got James’s shirt off he started to work on his pants. James had hoped for this to happen so he was not wearing any underwear. Darrin gasped has his son’s eight and half inch cock popped free of it’s prison of cloth. After Darrin had finished taking James’s clothes off James started taking his father’s off. He started with his shirt and he was amazed at his father’s toned body. He still had a six pack even though he getting close to forty-five years old. James quickly got his. When the kiss ended Lydia stood up, switched off the IPad and extended her hand to me. I took it and after she helped me to my feet, she led me to the door, shutting the light off as we did. We walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. During her trip upstairs, she’d done more than just strip down to her tights. There were two bedside lamps aflame and the sheets, satin no less, had been pulled back. On one of the bedside tables beside the lamp was an array of sex toys including the Rampant. At fourteen, Chelsea was indeed precocious - screwing an older guy and smoking dope - but I realized that five years ago when I was her age, my friends and I were doing exactly the same thing. Well, not quite true... we got high, but had not yet been laid due to chronic immaturity around the opposite sex. Girls do grow up earlier!When Gwen walked into the kitchen, her younger sister twirled the joint in her fingers and asked for matches. This took the wind out of Gwen's sails, and whatever she.