Why?" He looks scruffy. I want to give him a haircut and a shave." You should be able to do that but I want you to wait until Nancy is here. She knows...how to maneuver his body and I've made her responsible for his hygiene. It may take all three of you with all the casts."I touched Wes's face. He seemed to relax a little. I don't know if it was real or my imagination.Dr Bradley was explaining Wes's condition to Les when I walked in. I hadn't even thought. She must have been going crazy having. " She kissed my cheek and pushed her cart toward the checkout stand.Wow! That made my day!Flowers for Margie seemed like the right idea but something for Davey took a little more thought. Trying to imagine what a fifteen-year-old would think was cool and his mother would find acceptable wasn't easy. I finally settled on a T-shirt that had a picture of a vacuum and a fan on the front. The fan is saying 'YOU SUCK' and the vacuum is saying 'BLOW ME'. I remembered Margie had never been a prig when. Her head lay back on the bed, eyes closed, her legs had fallen and hung from the bed. Leaving the first ball in, I started to invade her again."Do you like this Melisa? Do you like watching me fuck your little girl?" I asked her mother."Yes, oh yes, fuck her." Came the simple response.Starting back, it was just as tight, and the grunting and groaning, followed by the lustful moaning continued with every ball. In 4, out 4, in 4, out 4, always leaving one inside her. Her tight little cunt never. This parrying continued for almost ten minutes. It was she who broke the kiss, pretending to gasp for air, actually trying to make a decision she failed to realize was already made. Relentlessly, his tongue probed the inner recesses of her open neckline. He could feel her pulse racing, as he tenderly kissed along and down her neck."His hands - where are his hands? The octopus," she thought, emerging from her sensual haziness. "God help me, my dress is wide open. Aahhh, I did it myself - what a.