It was at that thought that I stopped -- I lookeddown at my breasts resting in their cups. Something seemed to click andI examined myself further.Beyo...d my breasts was a cute, thin little waist that I had worked longhours to mold into the perfect hourglass shape. My tight little tummycould be seen just below the edge of my white tank top. Beyond that, wasa pair of sexy short shorts that looked like they were painted onto aset of wide, child bearing hips, and also held a plump, cute little ass.I. Girls talk, a lot like guys do, and she couldn't stop talking about the size of his cock. I noticed the bulge in his Speedo, but couldn't believe what Kim kept telling me.On Monday morning, a month after JR moved in with us, we went to school. JR let me drive his truck like he did once in a while. When we arrived, we headed to the office area to see who would be picked for The Program."Kevin Albert, Megan Hendrickson, Jackie Phelps, Jonathon Dowd, Moraine Phelps, and Bill Lawrence, please. We took away their bikes, or told them they couldn't talk on the phone. Maybe gave them extra chores. We even told them they couldn't go outside. Today you have to push your kids out to get a little fresh air. All in all my kids were great and still are.I give Mary the credit for the upbringing of the kids. My daughters and granddaughters can actually cook food; none of that frozen phony stuff. My sons have work ethics. They don't ask for handouts and all earn a good living. We did our best to. ”“I do too,” I agreed.“What do you think will happen with the draft tomorrow night?” Dylan asked.“I have no idea,” I responded. “I let that in the capable hands of Coach Tolbert and the front office.”“I wouldn’t mind seeing another offensive lineman or two and another cornerback,” Dylan said.“Depth is always good,” I agreed.We ended up with half a dozen of our teammates in the van before we headed north for Oxnard. Traffic was miserable getting across LA in the late afternoon. The van didn’t.