They stepped onto the carpet.Cheese asked, "who is going to drive?" Not me," from Vickie."Nope, me neither," Kurt said."Don't look at me, I don't have...a carpet license," denied the Cheese.They all stepped off. They went into a huddle and whispered between them. Vick scuffed a little dirt at the Cheese. It got pretty loud and dusty for a little while. Finally, a decision was made. Vickie grinned, but Kurt didn't look at all happy."Two to one, Kurt. You're out voted," said Vickie. "Jo, we need. "What's the matter honey, is there anything I can do?" The thunder kept getting worse and worse. Jackie knew that her boys liked to look at her breasts as she would catch them staring once in a when she'd be getting out of the shower. Her motherly instincts let her know that a mother's chest is where a boy feels most protected and relaxed, and on top of it all she knew that her thirteen yearold masterbated with her panties, which led her to believe that Michael wasn't much different. "Do you. Muggsy laughed and told Spike to stop and go back under the bed. The bulldog did as he was told and went back under the bed. Muggsy had decided to get a little more comfortable he took off his colthes starting with his blue shirt and tossed it on the bed. As this was going on Spike was watching from under the and saw the whole thing.The cloths piled on the mattress as each article of fabric laid on top of one another, Muggsy stripped down to his tighty-whities as more frosty air brushes up. I stopped in at a fabric shop and bought a couple of yards of a nice print to make some curtains, replacing the rather drab and uninteresting set that Rance had in our room. It wasn't a feminine pattern, so I was fairly confident Rance wouldn't object. I wasn't trying to take over or reform him, I just wanted to brighten our room up.I wandered into a women's clothing store and decided I'd better get some clothes more suitable to ranch life. Two pair of jeans, four cotton shirts, and a quilted.