"See you later, honey."Their mornings had been a ritual for many years, now. Both he and Kirsten got up about the same time, and shared making breakfa...t for themselves and for the kids. Mike could get in and out of the bathroom while breakfast was making, but Kirsten faced half an hour or more of getting her face on and getting dressed. Rather than waiting around, Mike drove his VW Rabbit over to the Spearfish Lake Cafe, out on the highway, for a cup of coffee and a chance to catch up on the. But here she was at her former in-laws for the holidays…again. The sad truth was that she had no where else to go. Christmas with them was as close to family as she had ever known. She had never known the man, who fathered her. The stark reality was that her prostitute mother had no idea, which of the dozens of regulars it was either. She remembered little of the drug-addicted shell of a woman that had once been her mother. Her only memories, if you could call them that, were of a string of. I looked at my watch, 2:05 p.m.I hit eBay, aimlessly wandering through the myriads of treasures at auction. After I got bored there, I read the current news at Salon.com. I read the columnists I liked: David Horowitz, Camille Paglia, Amy Reiter, Allen Barra, and others. I clicked through the layers of the site, reading anything that struck my interest, for what seemed like hours. I looked at my watch, 2:40 p.m. Thirty-five minutes? I did all that in thirty-five minutes?I tapped on my watch. We were playing games again and he looked at me with his green eyes he had blond hair and pale skin he reached over and kissed me. i paused afterwards and i was like that kind of felt good i told him do it again and he did this time with tongue i felt my dick getting so hard it felt like it was going to explode the slowly worked his way down to my paints and started unzipping my paints he pulled them off and my underpaints he said lay back and let me do all the work. so i layed back.