It wasn't easy realizing her daughter was eighteen already. Where had the time gone? It seemed just yesterday that Mary was clenching Jenny's hand in ...he hospital when David didn't make it through surgery, but that was five years ago.Mary leaned against the kitchen counter behind her, running one hand through dirty blonde hair, her hand turning to a fist as she fought back a tear at the memory. Jenny would be home any minute, and Mary didn't want to ruin her daughter's birthday enthusiasm with. "You can't leave any marks my husband might see." That's when it struck me that I was messing around with a married woman.I stopped and said, "I don't think I can do this. You're married." Rubbish," she replied. "You've been dreaming about this for years." And with that, she pulled off her bikini bottoms and threw them over her shoulder as she leaned in to kiss me again.My hands went to her ass and then to her hips. I rubbed a finger between her pussy lips and slowly pushed it into her. Her. He decided on the barbershop, since he could eat later, but he had to find a job, now! He pulled a clean shirt (his only other shirt) from his saddlebag and went into the barbershop, where he had a haircut, shave, and bath. He put on his clean shirt and brushed the dirt from his pants. He had been talking to the barber and learned that they were hiring at the nearby York ranch, so he headed for there.He asked the first person he saw when he arrived where he could find the foreman. He was. At least for the wonderful adventure that's awaiting you.But right now, it certainly doesn't feel like an adventure. Right now you are standing in the rain, bike in hand, heavy bags full of post attached to the back wheel. It is your first real day on the job, after a week of training with the most horribly smelly, tear-jerkily boring old bag of farts you had ever met.You were forced by your mother to apply for the job at this old postal company. Your local postman was about to retire, and was.