‘Why have you taken our son? You didn’t even let us say goodbye.’ God didn’t answer. Instead He took the two in His arms and held them close. ...he funeral home faded away and was replaced by scenes from their lives, and from the life of their son. At first, all of the scenes were after his death, the funeral, choosing his casket, the knock on the door when the state trooper came to deliver word of his death. The couple wept. The next scene was the last time they both saw their son, he had. Did I mention she had an awesome body with perky little tits.We had few rules for her,She was not allowed in our master bedroom suite or my shop were the two biggies but I always thought she was using our shower when we were gone.I was self employed so I could come home at any time and she knew that.If i ever came home early I would always stay as quiet as i could hoping to catch her in an akward moment.he he.Until one day I get home real early,before noon even.I get in the hose and sure enough. The American business culture is very different from the European business culture. I am barely aware of the American culture, and it would take too long for me to learn enough about the European business culture for me to manage those businesses.”“I think I understand what you are saying, Paul. Do you have a plan in mind for the European businesses?”“Not exactly a plan, just an idea. While we were in Europe I thought of having Petra manage the businesses and investments for me. I could travel. He had grabbed his GoPro camera and cell phone and he rushed over, hopping the hedge between his house and theirs and hurtling around the side of the house scrambling at the gate to get it open. He ran around and was once again greeted with the scene from his window. Mrs Jacobs was still down on all fours, still apparently stuck, but now her skirt was hiked up around her mommie waist and her bare ass and freshly used cunt were on display. Jay didn't hesitate, he fired up his GoPro, set it.