Seeing the four of you is some pretty special icing on an amazingly sweet cake. I hope that whatever happens brings us closer together. Knowing us, ... think there’s a good chance it will. Sue, to try to match your honesty, when you said what you said about how wet you are, my first thought was how much I wanted to see just what you meant. I hope I get to feel and maybe even taste that wetness. Charles, you’re a lucky man.” Mitch began to speak. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m. Finally satisfied she told me to keep quiet again and shut thedoor. I was heaving, gasping for breath in a panic as I heard the front door openand close. I heard my mother and sister making small talk; how was your day,how was yours, what did you do, where's Billy? My eyes went wide as I heldmy breath- "He's in bed," Christy said not missing a beat. "He wasn't feeling well." "Oh," Mom responded, "maybe I should check on him." "Just a cold I think," Christy said, "and a slight fever. I gave him. She looked up at me, inviting explanation. I had none. Instead I kissed her. Her soft lips responded and the passion escalated. She began nuzzling into my neck, kissing and biting softly. My free hand stroked her back softly. “I can’t believe how fucking turned on I am,” she said. “I want to fuck you, I want to watch you fucking Gilly. Hell I’m so fucking horny!” And with that she grabbed my hand and led me into the house. Leaving our glasses in the kitchen, we entered the living room to find. I took a blower and chain saw from the garage along with some chain and a come-along and put them in the back of the truck with a can of mixed gas and oil. Mr. Davidson had been a meticulous person and things in his garage were orderly and neat. I was striving to keep it that way in his memory and because it was a good idea. We piled into the truck and went up the drive. On the way, I asked Michelle if she could drive.“I am learning. Sylvia is better, particularly, with Granddad’s truck. I did.