How pathetic is that?" That's not pathetic. It's not the most ideal situation but it's far from pathetic." She takes another sip from her pop and thin...s about his problem. "What if I were to say I could help you with your situation?" How could you do that? Got any friends you can hook me up with?" he asks with a note of sarcasm."What if I were to help you out?" she asks more than a little turned on at the thought of being the first and possibly only woman he'll ever know.Joe's eyes widen at the. ’ She sat and sipped and looked into the fire. She didn’t speak and neither did I. After a few minutes she looked up. ‘You’re a very comfortable person to be with.’ ‘You’re pretty good yourself.’ She looked thoughtful again, then determined ‘I’m going to show you some other stuff I bought, and I want your honest opinion about whether it’s alright or not. And if it isn’t I want you to explain why.’ ‘OK.’ She went back into the bedroom and I sipped my brandy. Then she came back in shyly, and. And the mailman won't have to watch where he steps every time he comes to the door."She took him over on the side of the house and came back a few minutes later, carrying him in her arms and telling him what a wonderful boy he was.Wanda said, "Have you thought about a name for him or are you going to keep calling him Boy?" I wanted to call him Jackie, but that would be too confusing." Bozo." Excuse me?" If you want to name him after my brother, call him Bozo." Oh, that's perfect, Mary. Come. When I felt it was imminent, I dropped her feet. She looked up as I moved to force her to sit up. I gave my cock a few jerks and aimed right at her glasses. It wasn’t a huge load, but it still managed to cover her glasses and forehead pretty well with my cum and some landing in her hair. I wiped my cock off on her tights-gag before putting it back into my jeans. I let go of her head and she fell back to the ground. “This is a secret, right, whore?” I asked. She didn’t respond. “Right?” I.