And that's a long time.”“It'll fly by fast,” Mom said. “Trust me. The older you get, the faster time goes.” She sighed and I knew she was th...nking of Grandma.I stared at the screen, at my daughter. Dr. Wilson moved the probe around my stomach, shifting the image of her. I couldn't wait to raise her with my son and see her marry my son. I wanted my daughter to love him like I'd loved my daddy.“Just love her,” I whispered to my son. “Every day. Even when she aggravates you. Even when she's such a. In fact he being nineteen and still living at home hardly has a penny to his name. As these thoughts hit him they bring other thoughts to the surface. Thoughts of his mother who since her husband left her has raised three young children by herself all the way into adulthood. He remembers all the things his family has been through all the places they have lived all the jobs his mother has worked to support him and his sisters. His sister... He can't help but smile as his slightly sleep fogged. Throw in Kisses are Sweeter than Wine and you've got the full picture. I love old songs. If there was a future for music historians I'd be the in a flash. Instead I was in year two of a BS-RN program. It was unlikely I'd get rich working as nurse, but then again I'd probably always have a job. So back to the party. The thing about Ann Arbor is the competition is intense and Chemistry, even dummied down Nurses chem was killing me. Not being a science guy I intended to spend the weekend playing. "Shake it, baby?" she shrieked from across the room.But Frankie kept staring at her daughter's naked body, entranced.She lowered her groin down to the level of his eyes. Her soft triangle of ash-blonde hair waved softly in rhythm as she wiggled-her fleshy pussy from side to side.His eyes thrilled her as she watched them hungrily devour each slithering movement of her hips.Her passion seared through her body. Drops of sweat beaded on her forehead, her chest. The perspiration made her body.