"Susan chuckled. "Well, I don't know what you're talking about when you say you may be in trouble, but I can guarantee there is one person in this gra...d building who does not love me..." You're wrong, Meemi," Ann said. "You're wrong. Jeff might not love you the way he does us wives, but he respects you..." Bosh..." He doesn't talk about you behind your back, well other than a comment or two about dreading what you're going to do next. He's said a lot of good things, too," Arlene said.Susan. Even so, I measured it to see what she meant, and it was only 7 inches long, which isn't that long, I thought. Often in fall and spring I was busy, because I was a soccer player, and played baseball on the school team. Each day I could, I would go running for about a half-hour to keep in shape. I lifted weights, but not so much that I would be bulging muscles all over the place. At the time of this occurence, I was in-between girlfriends, and had just gotten out of the shower after soccer. And my great grandfather... and my great, great grandfather... and my...But of course it was never really as simple as that. You don't decide to fuck your mother because your cock is bigger than your father's.Oh, I could blame Mr. Parker, Mr. Graham fucking Parker with his smooth talk and his oily manner. With his fat prick. What an asshole he was! But I made him pay.Or I could blame mom for letting the bastard, her boss, fuck her. I could blame her for making dad a cuckold, for making yours. "Alexa Marie Quinn, you are my everything, my best friend, my lover, mysoul mate. I promise here before God that I will do everything in myability to show you the love you deserve not only for the rest of yourlife but for all of eternity." And once again we shared a light kiss andthen just hugged one another. The crazy part was it didn't feel like oneof our normal hugs. I was tender, but almost seemed like we were bothattempting to draw the other one into our bodies. I hate to use the.