Most authors brag and brag on their lives, but not Mr. Pine.” Tina said. While Tina was talking, Denise had stood up and was now standing beside Sta..., holding his hand. When Tina finished talking, Denise looked at Stan and said “I think it would be ok. I know Tina and I just met. But, while you were busy welding pipes, Tina and I shared some stories and got to know each other a little bit. I think you will be ok in telling her”.“Are you sure, you know how I feel about that” Stan said.“Stan, the. I didn't know how I was going to do that, but we batted around ideas. Eventually, we would come up with something that would work.The rainy season finally hit, or maybe I should call it the monsoon season. The wind never seemed to stop blowing, and the rain rarely stopped falling. The only good thing about this was that the temperature dropped to a much more comfortable level, I guessed about 75 degrees Fahrenheit.It seemed like the world turned to a sea of mud. We gave up on hunting and. She could still feel the two or three welts from the ruler, but for the most part, she felt much better. Telling Roger she was getting a snack, she slipped on her silk kimono, gotten as a present for herself for their honeymoon, and went down stairs. She did not really want anything too constricting on her lower body, and even though she had rarely been this casual since Roger and Max had moved in, she could not seem to bring herself to care.Pausing in the entryway to the kitchen, she glanced. She was wearing a very thin sheer robe, her perfect nipples were nearly poking thru the thin fabric, and I noticed she wore her white see thru panties, her sweet shaven pussy peaking to myself and our son as she sat holding one leg with her knee towards her chest, the other stretched out towards me where I sat. Our son sat just a few feet infront of me. Turning my attention back towards him, I spoke again."I can show you, and then you can do it in privacy anytime you like. I know from.