Why was it that I, the 'kid, ' had to be sensitive, supportive, and know about the issues my parents were going though, while they didn't need to thin... about what they did to me, or how it felt? Isn't it, or shouldn't it be, a two way street? What is it that makes the parent right, no matter what?My mom had no right to dump her problems on me and expect me to take it. If I had done the same to her, using jealousy as the reason for my behavior, wouldn't she have said something? What made it so. Ya ought to stick around. Jobs are easy to find in these parts." Angelina went on to say that the State was about to legalize gambling in town. "That's sure to bring in more undesirables from out of town," she said, "but it's okay as long as the Pair-O-Dice get its fair share of business. With the construction on the Colorado, there'll be plenty of business to go around. "Look, Mr. Bradley, it's only half past eight. Why don't you get somethin' to eat and come back around midnight when things. Needless to say, I was buzzing with testosterone and nervous excitement as I sipped my afternoon coffee and pondered it all. My face (along with my cock) flushed crimson as I thought of him reading my account of what had transpired last year on the farm. And although he had played down the story somewhat, I couldn’t help imaging him taking his cock to hand while reading it and bringing himself to numerous orgasms with each chapter.“Had he shared the story with, Mom?!” The thought flashed. “Get off me,” groaned Sophie. She was lying awkwardly, the shotgun digging into her hip and back as she lay on top of the first, still unconscious, Patroller. Tim was on top of her, obviously stunned by the way he was shaking his head, with the other unconscious patrolman lying partly on top of him. One of her arms was trapped, and she was unable to push the unconscious Patroller off Tim. She used her one free hand to gently slap her brother’s face.“Tim? Tim. You need to get up. Come on kiddo,.