I start climbing hastily as I was a little nervous. Next thing I know my boxers get stuck in the ladder revealing the pink panty underneath. I do not ...ook down and pull my shorts up as fast as I could assuming he didn’t see anything. He then asks me to get the black box. I’m trying to reach it but unable to do so. After trying for couple of minutes I finally get hold of it. I look down to handover the box abd there is uncle Sam with his pants unzipped and dick outside. Then he smiles at me and. That was a good break.It looks like we went about an hour over our time. But by the satisfied looks your faces' you don't mind. Let us move on.This is the part of F.A.G. where we delve into the changes that the virus has had and is still having on society, law and everyday morals.As you know my daughter is my wife and she is sixteen. About a year ago this would be considered illegal. That is no longer the case. Five months after the virus went global,You guys most likely remember it. The. Susan said, "I know that you won't agree with me, but he's teaching you a lot about sex. You're going to appreciate it one of these days." I doubt it," Denise said."That's because you're still a fat woman," Susan said."Would you quit saying that? I know I'm fat. You don't have to rub it in," Denise said."I'm not rubbing it in," Susan said shaking her head.Denise said, "It sure is nice to be wearing clothes." You get used to not wearing them. I love being out in the back yard naked when the sun. Too creepy.A few steps away from the main attraction, a woman who I immediately recognized as the antique shop owner was pushing a wheelchair. I presumed the pushee was her mother. The shop owner looked at me as if she recognized me. From her first sex or the day I bought the silver clock? In both cases, I was the same current age. I considered that if I was really my age back when she was eighteen, I'd be even older than her mother in the wheelchair.I nodded my head."You owe me something,".