By the time our luncheon date rolled around, I had gotten some insight into what was troubling her. My son had mentioned that his Uncle Bill, who is w...at they called Mary Ann’s live-in boyfriend of three years, sure was drinking a lot. His sister agreed, ‘Yeah, Mom. He drank a whole bunch of beers and went to sleep in front of the TV every night we were there.’ Poor Mary Ann. My kid sister, whom I dote on, is four years younger than I and has a heart of gold. Since she was a little girl, she. I looked quizzical at the mention of the four C’s. “What are the four C’s?”I asked. She smiled back at me “You don’t know? I had you down for a man who knows how to treat a lady and you don’t know what the four C’s are?” It was my turn to be embarrassed. “Well there’s carat, that’s the size by weight of the diamond. Then there’s colour, a diamond can be any colour from perfectly clear to yellow or even pink. The best ones are colour D.” “So does that mean that the worst are A?” I asked, “No. She swallowed most of it but some had dripped out the corners of her mouth. Using her fingers she wiped the dripping cum up and licked her hand clean. (cum is something she only recently found she liked)They road in silence for a few more minutes before the driver said he was near the turn around point in his plow route. I hadn't called her back yet so she asked if there was someplace warm he could drop her while she waited for me. He pulled into a gas station and picked up his CB. He called a. Aunt Jill suddenly burst up from underneath the foaming water. Sara’s mother was only thirty-years-old and she was stunningly beautiful with a firm, youthful body. Jill was simply a younger version of her sister at twenty-two. They were both petite, no more than 5’4”, and when they walked down the street together, with their slender legs and perfect bubble butts packed into tight jeans, short shorts, or tiny skirts, they could cause traffic accidents. Sara’s Mom had slightly larger breasts, a.