Hard to type when I’ve lost the ability to form a coherent thought’ I replied. ‘I’m finding it hard also babes. You taste so sweet; your lips ...o soft; kissing you harder pulling you nearer.’ ‘Oh god! Wrapping my arms around you and turning to face you’ I replied. ‘Kissing across your shoulders and across the top of your chest’ he wrote. ‘Let me just take that off. Wouldn’t want to impede your progress’. ‘Let me help’ he wrote. ‘My shirt is getting in the way too.’ ‘Mmmmmm’ I wrote. ‘Bare skin. I'll show you the difference with this and a six string sometime."Rebecca smiled up at Tony. "I'd like that. So what's a pick-up?" It's like a microphone inside. It lets you hook it up to an amplifier. I've been using a clip on type but they're kind of flimsy."They had arrived at class and Tony quickly got Rebecca settled in. They had learned to do it with Tony not having to move round the desk and lifting her in. He simply planted his arm on the desk and Rebecca could grab on and swivel. She shook her head again, obvious that she had forgotten and turned toward the phone located in the kitchen. I put my cock back in my pants and walked into my daughter’s room. She was still in the fetal position and her moaning had lessened. I returned to her side of the bed and sat down. She opened her eyes and in the dim light noticed my lack of pants. “What happened to your..ughhh…pants?” “I spilled some water on them when getting the thermometer. It was cold so I didn’t want to wear cold. Gene enjoys the schadenfreude every time he sees one of them give Steve the finger.So Gene gets to work, and expects a normal work day. But today is different. As soon as Gene walks in the door, his boss tells him he's being let go. Some bullshit about him being unable to keep up with the frantic work pace. Woohoo, right? So Gene gets to work one last shift. When that was over, he came back out to enjoy the freezing weather. As a snow lover, Gene always enjoyed the typical Minnesota winters,.