"Have a seat on the bench Adam. The first thing we need to do is takesome blood samples. Then I'm going to examine your genitalia andprostate." What?"...I stammer. "What does that have to do with anything?" soundingannoyed."Adam you have all the signs and symptoms of chronic addictivemasturbation. Your constant self gratification has caused you to bedistant from your wife. You act like you don't need or care for heranymore because your so busy satisfying yourself. Constantmasturbation also causes. In fact, I can lay claim to the fact that I took her grandma’s still fine-looking buttocks right in front of Misty with both of them all laughing and giggling the entire time.My only regret is that I never did get to poke Misty’s cute little dirt factory, because she was having some problems with it being all irritated from too much use by the high school football team. Those fellas were pounding her pretty bottom so hard right around that time that she couldn’t sit down proper for almost a. " I'm sure he will." He's so good with the dogs too." What do you mean?" Well, he doesn't keep calling them like some people and allows them to have fun." True, but then he loses them too." Like you lose Midge." OK, you've got me."Annette giggled."You like him too, don't you, Mum?" Yes, I do." Quite a lot!"Deborah squirmed in her seat. "What do you mean?" she asked defensively."It's just, I dunno, obvious." Obvious?" Well... ! Annette looked down."Go on, darling. I'm intrigued." Well, um, you. She was in her late 40s and was probably born in Belleville but nobody remembered. She was a spinster and kept to herself. Her curly auburn hair had been combed the same way for decades. Her clothes were very conventional: long sleeves, long skirts, blouses buttoned up to her neck. Alice looked more like a former nun than a working woman. No one had ever seen her go out with a man to the movies or with a woman for that matter. She was quite friendly with the ladies at the church but everyone.