Bill, Father and I absconded with one of the pumpkin pies and covertly feasted in the back yard. We'd done it every year for the past fifteen years, s... of course Mother knew exactly what had happened. She did her customary moaning about "losing" or "miscounting" her baking while grinning to herself.We did more Wednesday evening. We prepped the turkeys, hams, chickens, roast beef and all the vegetables. We managed an early bedtime but got up at 3:00 to cook some more.(Thursday 11/24)Ana, Don and. Shit-shit-shit.”“Alright, how long ago did he leave?”His fists tightened.“Two hours ago.”“It took you two hours to realize you’re missing that much pot?” He sighed and asked, “How much is a pound worth?”“Twenty-Five hundred fucking dollars.”Both stood silent.“Start making some calls; the club first. Someone over there might know him.” Bill turned and plodded out of her room.“Okay-okay, that sounds good, I’ll do that.” Frankie pulled the hair at the top of her head and grunted.“I’m gonna take a. Nothing had gone wrong and I think Chris might’ve even liked my kiss! Just thinking about it, I knew that I wanted to do it again and…again! I let myself ride the emotional high for another minute or so until I walked into the kitchen to prepare his sandwich. I took my time slowly making his snack as I didn’t want to suffer waiting for him with nothing to do like earlier. It seemed I timed it pretty well when I heard the sound of his footsteps down the stairs just when I was finishing cutting. “You have no idea,” she murmured, “what you’ve done for me and what you’re doing for me now.”I think she had a fair idea of what she was doing to me. My cock pulsated in her depths as I cupped her breasts and gently squeezed. When I pinched her nipples, she moaned and slowly rose until my cock was near to popping out of her. Just as slowly, she sat, taking in my entire length.Her pussy was so tight, I could feel each vein on my stiff shaft. Hands pressing on my chest, she picked up the pace,.