The kids at school are cruel to him. If they knew he had that kind of money, it could mean trouble for him!I sat down next to him on one of the couche... in the game room. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips. He just sat there not knowing what to do. “Just relax,” I told him. I kissed him again, this time a little longer and harder. I slid my tongue over his lips, trying to get him to open his mouth. “Open your mouth Tommy,” I said softly. He did and I was able to push my tongue inside.. She allowed herself to get lost in the taste of his mouth, the way his hands were sliding up her thighs… He pulled away, pushing her hair out of her eyes, and looked into them. He opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out, well, nothing but a barely audible whisper. But his lips moved, and Gemma’s eyes caught their every movement. There was no mistaking it. She kissed him hard, and moaned into his mouth, ‘I love you, too.’ .. Summer had faded into autumn in what had felt like a blink of. ”Pap spun around to hide his growing excitement, returning to the stove while I was eating. Katie came bounding down the steps and into the kitchen, ready for her morning run. Taller than me, she was slender and small boobed, but had quite the hips and thighs from years of dancing. I glanced over and said, “Wow Katie, that’s some yoga pants you got on.”“Uh ... thanks?”“Every Dad in the neighborhood is gonna be staring at that camel toe.”“Amy!” she squealed. I smiled and looked up to see one Dad. My wife Ann, formerly Ann Patricia Pryell, also of Suffolk County, Virginia, wasn't a cheerleader or homecoming queen. She was an athlete like me, short, compact and a fireball. Volleyball was her sport of choice. I mouthed off to her once during our Senior Year about how girlie volleyball was, so she asked me to field a few of her serves. After she damn near took my head off four times and I had had enough to profusely apologize to her.Physically, life hasn't been good to Ann; she bore me two.