One thing about being a carpenter, the house always had fuel for the fire.“It was a cold winter I remember. Not the coldest, but one of them. The Ba...t -” he caught his wife’s warning eye, it didn’t do to be too open in criticism, that could result in one-way re-education with a gladiator “The Romans had called for a census in the coldest time of the year and every family had to return to their birth town, mine was –”“Bethlehem!” the three chorused together. Joseph was rather proud of his. The morning came and I was ready to go, I had decided to be somewhat like Eric and wear some boxer briefs under my cargo shorts. I wondered if he would notice. 930 came and no Eric, I thought, great he forgot me, I waited until 10 and wondered if I should call but the decision was made for me as I heard him pulling up the drive. I headed out and to my surprise Shaun was in the car with Eric. "what's up little Squirt?" eric said "sorry I'm late but I had to get Shaun, hop in." I got in the back. But for how much longer? Menopause was staring her in the face. Two, maybe three years more at the most. Then she would look like shit. Just another single old woman. With that on her mind she crawled in bed. She could not sleep. She was up after a few minutes, dressed in a sweatsuit. She did what she always did when she was depressed, turn on CNBC. As an economist, the lies and cheerleading coming out of CNBC and the other stock channels held a morbid fascination for her. What a bunch of. Don't even think about trying to lie about it as i recorded you and took pics of it with my phone." I then showed him a pic on my phone that i took to prove to him i wasn't lying. He didn't say anything after that and just left my room.After Jon left my room i had time to think about what i saw, and for some strange reason i can't seem to get the sight of Jon's penis out of my ahead and i found myself looking at the pics and watching the video. I could feel my pussy become wet from thinking.