Can I help you? “ she asked. Standing in front of me was a young clone of Claire. Trying not to stare, I stuttered, “Is this the home of Claire Ea...twood?” Turning her head, she called to no one in particular, “Mom! There’s a gentleman here to see you!” “You must be her daughter! You look a lot like her!” I said, still trying not to stare. “You know my mom?” she said, her stare unwavering. “You could say that!” was all I was able to stumble out of my mouth. At that moment an elegant woman in her. The conversation went on for another hour and a half as the typical week night crowd drifted in and out of the Westside. You have a mix of neighborhood guys, truckers, blue collar guys who work in the area, the resident gay population, and a lot of bi guys looking for a quick score before heading home to mama. We finished our beers as a guy who had the look of a recently released state guest entered, and we slid out the side door past him. He took note of my ass as we walked by. As we went to. --“hey dude it took me a while to get it”--“(ah ah whoa)who the fuck cares we will throw it later no?”--“think (ah) about the effort”--“you know I can’t hold it for long, speaking of it”--“what?”--“kiss me, god knows I’ve been waiting days for your kiss”--“come and get it baby”That is when they kiss with a passion and sensuality, Pepe and Tavo could barely keep their 3 and 3.5 inch boners respectively inside their pants, meanwhile the first 12 year old was rubbing his shaft to his partner he. Looking at the family photo in the worn wooden frame on your desk, your eyes are drawn to your mum, Tracey. At the age of thirty six she had found herself with a twenty year old daughter, an eighteen year old son and two baby granddaughters. At first your mum looked after the girls while your sister finished her last year of university. You took a year off school before finding the motivation to go back and finish. Knowing that you had a daughter to provide for drove you to succeed and you went.