The conversation never got that far. I never let it get that far," she said. "Interesting," I said. "Bruce, are we okay. You gonna give this cunt an...ther chance?" she said. "Momma?" came a voice from the kitchen. Lindsey was home. Bruce would you go see to Lindsey. I need to get dressed. Please?" she said. I smiled, nodded, and headed off to entertain her kid for the next short while. **** When one is fifty-three years old and looking for a mate, a soulmate if you will, it's hard to walk. ‘So, she didn’t try to screw me out of it?’ The question was indecorous, but fitted her notoriously tactless personal style to a tee. ‘No, Mom, it looks like you and Brad will split everything right down the middle. She hasn’t made any substantial changes, at least it doesn’t look like it.’ ~~~~ July 4, 11:57 p.m. Her mother flung open the door and stood aside as Suzanne rushed into the room and over to the bed where her grandmother lay still and silent. She could have been sleeping if it. When we got out of the pool finally we dried off and I asked dad to dry my back for me. He did and we went into the house. Dad went into the bathroom to take off his wet shorts and came out wrapped in a large towel. He asked for his clothes and I told him they would be dry in about 20 minutes. He said ok and said he was going to lay down until his clothes were done. He went into the room and I messed around the house for a few minutes. I then lightly knocked on his door and went inside. Dad. Tight over her hips and ass, the grey cotton was too thick to do more than hint at any of her secrets. From the wings, she was passed a hockey stick. To the frustration of the audience, the topless schoolgirl played the ball around the stage in carefree delight, apparently oblivious to the male drawls of 'get 'em off.''Even before she 'got 'em off' I became aware of the ladies beside me giggling and pointing at me. My neighbour was leaning back, allowing her friend to sneak a look. It was the.