.Bro, I have editing software and can do more than this, but I don’t want to do anything more, because I pay your mom more respect than my mom.I ask...d….Why, bro? Why are you so fond of my mom?Jonny replied….Bro, let’s imagine her nice curves. She has almost ripened. Whenever I think about her mountain boobs and bulky ass I start feeling tent inside my underwear. Bro, I want to tell something if you don’t have any problemI replied.... Let’s ask. You know you are just more than my friend. Don’t. .. I thought it would be good for me to spend time with younger people, so I agreed to help them.Throughout the day, while I was helping them, I realized that she and her friends were all homosexuals. They made me blush a couple of times when they made jokes about me being the hottest mature lesbian they had ever met and other silly comments to make me realize they knew I was a lesbian.Next day, a Sunday, she called again, also very early, and told me that she had already finished setting up. Tim dumped the garbage in the can and stood behind his wife. This time, he was ready when she turned around and her dagger-like brown eyes pierced into him. Before she could take a step towards him, he hit her with a third shot of BottledBlonde. She coughed once and looked at him with her shining blue eyes. "All finished," she bubbled. "Let's go to the living room."Tim followed Stacey to the couch and sat next to her. "Hey, hot cakes," he said, specifically because of how she hated being called. Returning to the door, he saw the letter sitting on the floor, its edge peering up from among the typical bills. It was hand-sealed, with no return address, a novelty to be sure, in this digital age of email and text messages. He picked it up & caught a faint scent, something half remembered and delicious. Not now…I’ll wait. There’s so much to do and the dog needs a walk and here he is sitting down with a long saved bottle opened just long enough. His pocket knife slipped out, and sliced open.