I wanted to go into town, but the car has a flat tire. Danny's hands are too swollen to change it, and I'm not good with things like that. I wondere... if you could help me.” “Oh, sorry, Missus. Didn't mean to be rude. Lemme just fetch some tools, and I'll drive ya back there and get ya fixed up. Got a spare?” “Of course,” Chris answered. “Got air in it?” “Um, I guess so.” “Yeah, I think I'll bring my tire pump.” Hooper threw a few tools in the bed of his truck. “Ya'll hafta get. I got up and walked over to the window and opened the d****s to gaze out onto the city lights it was a beautiful night out! I felt Dan approach me from behind his hands grabbing my hips and he began to slowly kiss the back of neck sending shivers down my spine and straight into my groin swelling my cock immediately the kisses were so soft and tender and he was whispering on how he wanted me how he wanted to lay me on the bed and kiss me all over by now my cock was straining against my shorts I. This is by choice, for Carmelites like their privacy and the daily trip to the post office where they pick up their mail, meet friends, and chat, sometimes having coffee. It is said that, sooner or later, you see and meet everyone at the Carmel Post office. Each morning around nine, after a bracing walk on the beach, Kim would drive to the post office, park and go to their mail box. Each morning she saw an air mail letter, her heart would pound, for it was bound to be a letter from Hank. Each. "You did?" I saw everything, Mom," "Oh, Henry. I.."From the moment I had seen her do it, I promised myself I would make her do it again. Only this time she would know there was someone watching her. I lifted the beaker to her lips. "Drink and swallow my spunk, Mom."Staring back at me, I could see her eyes searching mine as if she was making sure I was being serious. When she saw that I was, she took the beaker from my hand and looked up at me."That was a big load," she whispered.I nodded. "Made.