I gathered from what I could pick out that she had been thrown out of her parents house this morning and didn't know what she was going to do.I calmed...her down, had her sit in my office till she had composed herself again, and told her that if she hadn't worked it out by that afternoon she could come up to my office and I'd see what I could do.She did come up at the end of the day, and I asked her what had happened. It turns out that the previous weekend, her parents had gone out and she had. He looked up as I walked in."Ah, Glenda. How well do you know my brother?" I don't, really. We met at a bar tonight." So you're not familiar with this?" He waved at the sofa.Hubert was out cold. His head had fallen and was hanging down towards the floor. His shirt had ridden up his back and exposed his ample stomach. Frankly, he wasn't looking his best. "Oh. No. No offense intended, Cyrus, but I might not have picked him up if he'd looked like that." I'm not terribly surprised. Listen, I need. She looked at me again, "His pants too?" I nodded yes. She undid his belt and unbuttoned his wool slacks, yanking them down his legs, leaving him sitting there in a wheelchair, wearing just his underwear and black socks. He sat there, old, fat bellied and covered in gray hair. I guess your typical almost a century old guy. Great grandfather then looked to a corner of the room where his bedside table stood and pointed to the lamp sitting on it saying, "Aren't your type supposed to wear hats like. Bonnie had her hands between her legs because she was nervous of what he said. Her parents didn’t say anything but when she pulled her hands up the back side of herd hand had so of my cum on it. And Justin had to yell out ‘See they did do it last night.’ While pointing to her hand before she could wipe it off. I got a serious look from her father and knew we were going to have to talk before they left. So I decided to bite the bullet and asked if he wanted to go to the dock. He stood and Bonnie.