The sun was high in the sky, and combined with the outside cocktail bar by the poolside, I came up with a devious idea. Whilst Brandon fussed around s...tting up deck chairs, I wandered over to the barman and ordered two drinks; I had him use a double shot for the rum and cola I gave my son. He was husky enough and, not having shaved since we arrived, hairy enough to pass muster.He took the cool drink gratefully, only sputtering slightly when he discovered the unexpected alcohol content. I was. Just ask me how effective he was. The town was named for him and well deserved. I had a few words with him when he knew his time was coming. "Sam, look after Mary Eustis for me when I'm gone. You have been a son to me and a man couldn't have had a better one."Samson calls me father, but he is your son in every way. So much of life is about saving face and not once have I ever been shamed since I first met you. I think Samson is the most intelligent person I have ever known or had under my. .Please comment and tell me about similar events. (if you want more info i will be happy to inbox and share)So i been on a social site on my cell for about 4 years now called moco. I have had all types of women of there from big to small, ugly to fine, short to tall. That damn moco have got me more ass than any other site.So im in the "near me" chat room to holla at the local chicks around a month ago and this girl has "my lips your dick" on a pic of her's and licking her lips. So i shot at her. Mom had made matching nightgowns for us as a Valentines Day present for dad. I stripped to my panties and pulled that wonderful nightgown over my head. The silky material felt cool to my skin, and made my little nipples hard. It fit perfectly, tight across my chest and tummy, but floated away at the waist, barely covering my bum. I rubbed my hands over my nipples, pinching them to make them stand out even more, I wanted dad to see that I was becoming a big girl. The nightgown felt so soft and.