“What?”“Chicken bones from 2 chickens,” Krys said. She nodded at the chicken sandwiches. “Roasted ... What?”“Cynthia? Pen?”Instruments...were found and writing ensued. Zoe used the back of the journal. Caught up, the hand with the pen made the ‘tell me more’ motion.Krys resumed, “Roasted.”“How?”“Bones ... cracked ... on a lipped oven pan. Roast in the oven. Pour the bones and juice in the cooker. Add a splash of cider vinegar, some salt, a medium onion, peeled and halved, 2 sticks of celery,. He cast me a glance full of hatred.I didn’t give up. He was sitting on a sofa in the main hall. I went and hugged him from behind. He got up as if he had come in to contact with an ugly thing. I went around and faced him. His eyes were red and his lips were quivering and he was in the edge of crying. In that moment I understood his love. I collapsed at his feet and cried myself.We were like that for quite some time. Then he lifted me up and asked in a tiny voice, ‘Why did you do that on me?’I. I thought for a moment then said, "I asked you first! You tell me how you feel about it, then I will answer your question." Whew! I had side-stepped that one!Leslie looked a little afraid to answer, so I encouraged her by saying, "It's OK, honey, your feelings are yours and you are entitled to your opinion. I won't be mad either way you answer." "In that case," Leslie started, "Royce and I have talked about this many times. Royce is my best friend, and you are the only dad I've known. You two. The next second my bra found the same place as of the shirt. He looked at my hard nipples and smiled. Be kissed me gently on both my nipples and then began to massage my big boobs slowly. He was on top of me and I could feel the erection of his dick and I knew that he desperately wanted to fuck me now. I reluctantly pulled his shorts and his boxers down to his feet and relished the sight of his hard shaft. I pulled my skirt and my husbands fingers found their way around the waistband of my.