A text from her.‘On my way! Should I grab anyhting?’She seems ok? I reply ‘Supper’s in the oven!’‘Aren’t you a darling. Let me take care...of dessert, I think I know what you’d like ;) xx’What does she mean? Does it mean what I think it does? What I hope it does?She got home. Nimble and relaxed from her yoga class. Calm. She kissed me deeply. ‘Smells good, what’s for supper?’I pour her a glass of wine. We talk, but not about IT. As though nothing had happened. Had she seen the folder? Or maybe my. Remarkable tits! So round and full with small – now hard – nipples hat were surrounded by wide, brown circles, boobs at the border of being too big for Pamela’s skinny frame and also too big for a young teenage girl in general. Simply stunning! Seeing how amazed Dennis was by her tits, Pamela grinned and whispered “fuck me!” as she stroked some of her shoulder-long, brunette hair out of her face before grabbing Dennis between his legs, feeling the thickness of his growing erection underneath. "With this Nurse Debra stepped forward, and while wrapping him aroundwith his bed sheet, the two of them helped him to his feet. He was veryunstable, and so with one of them on each arm, they slowly walked himinto the little bathroom. Closing the door to reveal the large mirrorthat was mounted on its back, they turned him to face it. 'OK nowDavid," Patterson said while gripping his arm tightly, "this is may be alittle shocking, so take it easy."She nodded to Debra, who slowly undid the sheet. I shook my head, sighed, and finally unfolded the note."John —I'm sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I don't know what else to say. Momma insisted that I go out with Henry Longmoore last weekend while we were at Grandma's house. I don't really like Henry, didn't want to go, and Momma and I wound up in a huge fight. The long and short of it is that she doesn't want me dating anyone exclusively. So I won't be able to go out with you on Fridays for a while. I don't know what to do. Momma.