"He's okay," Jim said, straightening up.Art mumbled something Kathy couldn't decipher, and then lifted his head, threw his shoulders back and gathered...all his strength, all his energy as he confronted the young hoodlum. "You'll be sorry for this, you little punk." Then watch to see what happens to your hot-cunted little wife next," threatened the blonde boy villanously."You wouldn't dare do anything to harm her... I'll... I'll put you all behind bars, you dirty punks!" Oh, so that's how you. I had no idea how he would react, but at this point it didn’t matter; the desire I had for him was growing too strong to stop now. With my mind finally made up, I drifted off to sleep.I awoke the next morning to the music of my cell phone, telling me the day had started. With Chris having to leave for high school so early now, I prided myself in getting up before everyone so that I could make him a real breakfast and spare him an extra 15 minutes of sleep. The thought of Chris brought an. Sara watched her new friend and her daughter fix breakfast. She was amazed at how Rebeca and Rory coordinated their efforts. She thought that Rory must have the patience of a saint, as he let Rebeca add the ingredients, then stir the pancake mix. Pancakes, sausage, and juice were the menu items for the morning. He wouldn’t let her do anything unsafe, but Sara could see there was a bond building between them. In direct contrast, her ex had no relationship with his daughter. He even denied that. “The big head and the little head!” Sasha joked.“Sasha, don’t make this worse than it is,” I begged.“Mick! This is no big deal,” Sasha took charge of the situation. “I’ll prove it to you. Stand up and close your eyes.”I stood, pushing my chair back. I could feel my semi-rigid penis hit the edge of the table. I leaned forward to try to hide it.“Now, think back to a couple of days ago when Mrs. Smith bent over in front of you,” Tasha commanded.“OK,” I tried to clear my mind.“Are you doing it? Do.