The last time she had seen his penis, closely anyway, had been when she was still giving him baths. He would giggle and grab himself as she washed his...cock and balls. It had been amusing, embarrassing and even a little exciting to see it fill out.There was nothing small about his cock now, though. The thing lay across his balls and down the leg of his shorts. And it seemed to be getting bigger. Was her son getting hard right here, early in the morning, in the kitchen of all. “Juliet, they patched me up pretty well. I’ll never be a distance runner, but I can dance.”“I’m glad. So at least Anastasia didn’t have to pay for dance lessons,” she teased. “Was she impressed?”It was his turn to smile. “Not so much at first, since Anastasia and the guys would be off at another table or at the bar talking deals, or bragging about deals, so I danced with the wives.”Juliet frowned.“I assure you she was rarely out of my sight with these guys. A few thought that getting her off. The way to convince his mother that an evening out was reasonable was to earn some money. Begging seemed to be all the rage even though the absence of many people due to the ongoing effort of the Confederacy to pick up volunteers had left many jobs open. But that didn't fit with Joe's idea of what a man who was going to be a soldier ought to be doing. He stopped by a service station where he had an off-again, on-again gig washing windshields. Because what he wanted to do was not entirely. And again we settled and talking very usual things. So I started talking about our days of relationship. And showed her that I still I care for her. (That’s what I am doing for sure.)Seamus: Hey do you remember you bite me on my back and my mom asked me ? How funny these days were?Pattie: Yeah they were. And more funny was that, when told you to find my hair pin, which I lost on your bed. That was really fun. Sometimes I wish , I lived one life and now struggling in another life.Seamus: That’s.