"Both Dan and Lisa answered almost together."Don't be silly, Aunt Mary. I'd love to hear it." Don't worry. I'm fascinated by this, too." OK, don't say...I didn't warn you," Tom said. Mary gave him a playful swat but their smiles showed both were kidding."All right," Mary began. "The farm was originally bought by your great great grandfather, Dan, in 1867. His name was Jamie Duncan and he arrived here from Scotland with his new wife, Marnie, in 1867. Both were just twenty-two and had grown up on. How had she gotten there? she wondered.“What were you saying?” Arnie asked. He was checking the traffic as he pulled away from the curb and started driving.When had it become light out? She felt odd.“Arnie?”“Yeah, Weezie?” He continued driving, his eyes still on the road.She laughed. “Weezie? What the hell, Arnie?”He turned to look at her, shocked.When had he grown that scruffy bit of facial hair? And what was wrong with her voice? It was too high pitched.Then she looked down at herself and. "I don't know if I could have been sounderstanding. I might have been a little more insecure about all ofthat."Helen nodded. "There were times when I worried. I wondered where it wouldlead her, but I felt in my heart that it would work out for the bestregardless of whether we stayed together or not."Oprah asked Dr. Phil his opinion and then talked to a number of expertsin the audience. No one criticized Helen or Frankie and treated them withrespect.Oprah turned back to Helen. HelHelHH"You have. My dick is hard and dripping a constant stream of precum. I need to touch it so badly, but I don't. I can feel it throbbing in time with his thrusts into my mouth. Every time he pulls his dick out, I exhale; then inhale on the thrust forward. Inhaling seems to help me get more of his cock in my throat, and also delivers a heady dose of his musky scent. I wish I could keep that smell for the times when we're apart. It drives me wild. I look up to see how I'm doing when he pulls back once, and I.