“No, it’s cool. Really. She asked me what you and I did when we were alone. So I told her.”“Everything?”“Yes, everything, silly. She’s m... momma.”I couldn’t get my brain wrapped around what she was saying. “You mean…you told her everything, in detail? Like what?” I sat down on the bed, and started at the tiny backyard through the window. “That we do it every day. That you love to lick my pussy, and cum in my mouth. That our favorite position is doggie-style. And that we tried anal a few times. ..” (I LOVE IT!)Aging: Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it. This is so true. I love to hear them say “you don’t look that old.”The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me! I want people to know why I look this way. I’ve traveled a long way and some of the roads weren’t paved.When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think of Algebra.One of. "Oh my. One of your roses," Rachael was touched. The woman treated theroses as her children, and she was willing to cut one for Bobby."Will he like it?" the old lady asked."Well, roses are not a boy thing," Rachael admitted. "But he does havea special someone, and if it wouldn't bother you if he passed it on toher ..." Of course, dear. That would be fine."Rachael stood up and clapped her hands until all the sliding stopped,and the adults became quiet. "Okay people. I thought Mom and Dad wouldbe. ‘Debbie, I need to tell you something,’ I told her, causing her to look oddly at me for a moment, which in itself worried me. ‘You do know me, well sort of anyway…I’ve been coming here for a while now, so hopefully you will listen to what I have to say to you,’ she seemed somewhat alarmed now, but with the manager standing not too far away, she had obviously decided to hear me out. ‘Don’t look…but that guy over there who was sitting across from me, I overheard him, talking to himself. I don’t.