One wall still held certificates and other memorabilia from high school and some stuffed animals held court in a far corner. The bookshelves were empt... of actual books, containing only small knick-knacks or other reminders of time past.One of the nightstand drawers did sit open about an inch. I could see paper through that gap, so I pulled it open. Several computer printed pages stared up at me. Pulling them out, I realized they were from one of the story packets I'd sent Sharon. The pages were. A three year old can just take it and make it go. Us old farts have to call them for help.Shit, look at my cell phone. Wanna make a phone call? Ok, fine. Push the button on the side. Slide yer finger across the front of it. Push the little phone button then tap the button of the man's head. Run your finger up the phone and watch alla the names go by until you find the one ya want. Tap the screen a coupla more times and the phone rings. Well that's the way ya do it unless you're in the car. If. After a few losses, i am down to bra and panties, and Jodi the same. Rich is smirking as he is still in boxers and tshirt. Jodi crawls over to me, and pushes me back onto the bed. she runs her hands down my body bringing a shiver to my skin. She licks and nibbles her way to my breasts, and then takes a nipple in through my bra. my back arches up off the bed. Rich is now removing his shirt, and is sitting on the oppisite bed watching. Jodi runs my bra straps down my arms, and then. Neither of us heard what Ken’s response was at first. Only the mention of my son’s name snapped me out of my fog as Melanie walked me over to the bed. “Sure. Put him on. It’s almost his bedtime. (‘Mine, too, apparently’, I thought) as Melanie pushed me backwards onto her bed, my tits jiggling as I landed. My God! When had she unhooked the bra! The straps were dangling from my hooked elbows. I shrugged it off and threw it at her, shaking my head disapprovingly. While I was waiting for Nathan to.