”“Then shut the hell up!”Ella said “Oh, Daddy said a bad word! Shame on you!” Help me God. Please help me.Donnie’s StoryI love spending ti...e with Andrew and the children. When the children are around, Andrew doesn’t say much. The children do his talking for him. It’s very funny. Andrew seems to be resigned to it. When the girls started talking at eighteen months, they were speaking in complete sentences. I’m not sure how much they understand of what they say, but they say quite a lot.We were in. When he noticed she was walking straight towards the window, he quickly pulled his hand out of his pants and stepped back to hide behind the kitchen island. He grabbed a hand towel and pretended to be drying his hands as Kelly walked through the sliding doors from the deck.“Hi, Mr. Weber,” she said. He noticed she was carrying that damned 8-ball.“Kelly? Right?” Tom asked.“Yes, Sir,” she replied. She fidgeted with the 8-ball, rolling it over in her hands and glancing at the answer window now and. I am about to order the number three, the hamburger, french fries, and medium drink. I look at the menu, and then look straight ahead. He is right in front of me. I try to look at him as a stranger, as a mere food service worker whose sole purpose is to take my order and swipe my debit card. But I look into those eyes and realize I cannot do so. Those were the first pair of eyes to look at me, and see me as beautiful. Those were the eyes that looked into mine, while the lips spoke, ‘I love. At least not directly. Diane even accommodated me, pulling her thong off to one side, revealing even more of her wet, succulent juicy split as my finger now probed, suddenly disappearing inside her. She gasped as I did that, one hand coming up to automatically touch and caress her own breast. I leaned over, now capturing her neglected tit between my lips, sucking it, yet speaking as I did so."I've missed you." I've missed you too," she responded rolling over onto me as she said that. She.