My father always grabbed her ass it was his of saying hello, goodbye, thanks and so much more.She laughed and then hit me in the arm as she said "God ...ou truly are your father's son!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Timeout let me the you what my mom looks like.She's 38, straight jet back hair down to her waist, bright green eyes, Tall, 38 D breast, 24" waist and 34" hips. I'm 6'3", strong body build, crystal blue eyes, shaggy. "I know," was all she said in reply, pulling in behind the truck at a safe distance."Where could he be going?" That's what we're going to find out," she said.As they followed at a discrete distance, Marsha ran through several possibilities in her mind trying to come up with an innocent reason Randy would not be going where he had said.The journey took them into the countryside where Randy finally pulled up in front of a small cabin. There was another pickup and a sedan already parked beside the. . for a nerd.”“It was funny how Paul blushed yesterday because you hit the bull’s eye. As I was saying, I was feeling lonely since you left and, just for the hell of it, I said – ... and why not – and decided to take both of them home with me.”“I did both of them, one after the other while the other was watching. It was ... interesting ... but I didn’t feel I was ready to go whole hog and do them both together. And with the kind of life I was leading, there was no way I’d give either one a. Partner..." How's our Paul doing today anyhow?" she asked, a note of fear in hervoice."Fine, Carla. Just fine. Would you like to see him now?" Sure... How?" Carla said hesitantly. Dr. Cain reached over and flippeda switch. At once the black mirror before her lit up with a live view ofPaul. He was laying, naked stretched out on a table. A black blindfoldcovered his face as he lay, peacefully on his back. Beside him anattendant was preparing to give him the treatment for the day."Is he....