I’ll ride let me blow this whistle I have. Yes here she is my private pony pulling my cart. Since you can’t see anything you’ll have to ...rust my descriptions. The cart before me is rather small and light weight, it resembles a buggy you’d see for harness racing at the track. But the horse that pulls this cart is special. Missy is a white female about twenty five years old. She has long blond hair fixed in a pigtail. How appropriate you might think. Besides her harness she is. I did it because every day I'd come home to Ryan and he was a reminder of everything bad that had happened. When you say I've been slacking off with my son, you hit a nerve. In some ways you're right. He spends a lot of time with Grandma while I'm working long hours late into the night; time when I should be helping him learn is alphabet or how to count to a hundred; time when I should be playing with him and enjoying the wonderful gift that Melissa bestowed on me." Jesus, Kevin. I didn't. Tony wasn't quite sure if she was serious."It means I'm not very good at kissing ass." Oh you do quite well with mine; I find you do besequous very nicely at times."Tony stared down at her."Oh you can be so gullible at times you lug! I know what the word means." Is there anything I can get you Uncle Mori? More tea perhaps?" Yes, Cheri, please."Cheri took the teapot below and with the simple expedient of re-heating it in the microwave oven in the galley returned quickly and poured her uncle a. “And I’m off tomorrow… I’ll even fix breakfast in the morning.”I took her by the hand and led her into my apartment and back to the bedroom. She dropped her shirt on the floor, her beautiful breasts now exposed fully to me, her dark nipples standing erect. I dropped my briefs to the floor and laid down, waiting for her to climb into bed. As she climbed onto the bed, she bent down and kissed me, a slow, lingering kiss. Her tongue probed my mouth, exploring.She broke the kiss and smiled at me..