Wewere like two old friends shopping. It was not a Mother/Sonexpedition. We went in Nordstrom's and she insisted that Iget a professional bra fitting....Even when I protested thatI *knew* my size, that was not good enough. Instead ofplaying with my inseam, she messed around with my brastraps. I don't know which is worse.I bought a lot of beautiful things that day. I had noticedone of the women in the office wearing a silk suit anddecided that was exactly what I had to have. And I neededall the. PAR JAB PAPPU NE APNA PANT khola to uske mote lund ko dekhkar shela ka man badal gaya aur ab woh uske lund ko apne hath me le kar hilane lagi woh apne hath ko uske lund par mast se ghumane lagi aur uska lund ab aur bada hone laga ab shela ne uska shirt upar kiya aur uska nipple ko jib se chatnelagi.PAPPU: AHAHAHHAOHOHOHO MAST mazaa araha hai ahahhaha.Shela: kitna bada lund hai pehli bar itna bada dekh rahi hu wah.shela uske nipple ko pura gila kar chuki thi aur ab woh thoda niche ghuki aur. I was still thinking about Riley.A week passed. I knew nobody had just forgotten about it, but nobody talked about it, either.The next Saturday Amanda had a show to go to. She had five paintings in the show and wanted to be there, in case someone wanted to buy one. She said she’d be gone all day.I was puttering in the kitchen, making breakfast, when Riley came in. She was still in her “jammies”, which consisted of a T shirt and panties. The T shirt was an older one she’d had for a while and was. It was what Wilson wanted. It was also what I was enjoying. In my case I was reminded of my twentieth birthday in Afghanistan. I smelled then as well, since we had been on the fuel run for three days without seeing a shower.At the forth day's clean up we found a half dozen small flakes of gold. We had run the top foot of sediment from the whole dam's foundation. "So Wilson do we widen our trench or go deeper," I asked."We have ten more days to dig. How about we go down to six feet starting near.