He'll take care of them."Uncle Andy was still staring out the side window as Paul turned to him. "Are you telling me you're involved with the Mafia? S...it! Mom was right about you. You can count me out, I don't want anything to do with this. I'll drop you off in Vegas, then turn around. I'll be home tonight."Uncle Andy looked at him. "That's all I want, Paul."Both were quiet, but after a while, Uncle Andy, his voice low, said. "Listen, if the FBI got the Jimenez brothers, maybe they'd be. I always knew when her period was, because she wore jeans (which made no sense to me except that she obviously didn't feel sexy during that 'god awful punishment God cursed on women' as she called it).Between her and my mother, a nurse, I grew up with nylons everywhere, and that was a good thing. They were easily my number one fetish, although I also got turned on by tits and asses... although a girl's eyes, and her legs in nylon were the first two things I noticed in a girl. And my sister's. My cock swells as I slap it on her sweet forehead.Then before she’s fully recovered, I’m back behind her, pulling her butt up in the air into a nice doggie position. I stand on the bed and as she tries to lift her head up, I step on it and push her face down in the pillow again with my foot, “Stay!”Then I crouch behind her, grab hold of the tampon string… and pull hard. I hear my wife whimper with humiliation as the thing comes out of her cunt. With only a quick disgusted glance, I toss it in. I really want to save the Eagle deal. It really pissed me off about Potter distancing himself from me." John, I hope that's the last of it, but be prepared. You caused the death of a man; it doesn't matter that it was in self-defense." Thanks for the support you have been giving me. I'll confirm Michael's availability later." Don't mention the support. I'll see you in the morning."I called the florist I used and ordered a dozen red roses for Tamara and a dozen yellow roses for Lena. I wanted.