Stephen had alwaysattended all church services and prayer meetings and the social eventsfor the younger parishioners where he had to be on perfect beh...vior or itwould be reported to his father who firmly believed in the philosophy of"spare the rod, and spoil the child." Stephen was quite small for his ageand painfully shy. His mother, Betty dressed him in rather prissy"momma's boy" pants and a white shirt and pink bow tie. No popular kid'sclothes for him! The other kids teased him as he was. And like Lord Morehouse, she was waiting for me."Ral, I'm so glad you could make it," she said sweetly. She got up from her desk and walked toward me with her arms out for a hug.She hadn't even noticed my flustered state. Maybe she had expected it. Maybe she knew what had just happened. Maybe I was right and she had killed Morehouse.Fiona wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me into a wonderful hug. Instinctively, I hugged her back. Then it dawned on me that I might be able to stop. “they’ll grow larger over a period of years,” he replies. The wife stops. “why do you think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts grow over the years?” The husband shrugs. “why not, it worked for your ass, didn´t it?” :cumbuddy:Grandma loves orangesA young teenaged girl was a prostitute and, for obvious reasons, kept it a secret from her grandma. One day, the police raided a brothel and arrested a group of prostitutes, including the young girl. The. One.. off his dick. It was like being in High School again." She smiled. "Uh.. you did dick shots a lot in High School?" I asked, partly giving her grief, partly sidetracked with morbid curiosity."No! I just meant the body shots thing. And him. Rick. He just had that bad boy thing like I dated back then. It was just kind of a fun flashback."I nodded. I didn't really want to sidetrack the story any further. "So the tequila was kicking in and I started feeling kind of silly, but like good silly..