He even cried. So, you see? He really is sweet when he's not drinking." But Sandy, how many times has he already told you that?" I know what you're sa...ing Mrs. D, but he really means it this time. I know he does. He even threw out the rest of the beer to prove that he really means it this time."Bonnie could only smile, but there was a whole lot of doubt behind that smile. She would have liked to say more but time was beginning to run short, and she needed to get to work. She didn't know what. She also had a number of house flippers taking a lot of interest in her. She had gone to every lousy property in the listing directory that wasn’t handled by her old firm. She had walked through each one taking note of everything that was wrong with it. She wrote a new kind of sales brochure that wasn’t for the average person. Instead of focusing solely on the number of bedrooms, baths, and size of the garage, she listed the current asking price, the issues with the house, and the probable. He swung his feet down from the table and stood, circling her to examine her from all angles. “Oh … lest I forget, I’ve been meaning to give you this, as well.” Constance, expecting another gift, perhaps of jewelry, was surprised to be handed a plain flask stoppered with a cork. “What is this? Brandy?” “Nothing quite so palatable, I’m afraid, but far more necessary. It’s a draught brewed by the island women. Drink up.” She uncorked it, and wrinkled her nose at the bitter scent that rose from. All that day, I loved the feel of her lacy knickers and coming home said to her that maybe she was right. I did love them. Gran, then asked me come upstairs and choose some more. As I was looking in the draw, Gran came up behind me and started fondling me. ‘How handsome you would look in those and with that big erection pressing firmly through. Does it really feel nice?’Of course it did, so much so that when she grabbed hold of it and started to wank me, I shot my load immediately. She made it.