"What brings you back to France?"Jason filled the priest in on what had happened with Ronnie's grand-pere,and how she had been depressed. And, that he...had finally decided that sheneeded to get out, and go some place with happier memories. They walkedback into the church, sat in a pew, and talked for a long time, with thepriest doing most of the talking with Ronnie. After more than an hour,they thanked the priest for spending so much time with them, and startedwalking toward the cafe. She was. ”“Yeah, that’s right. It would have been worse if Lori hadn’t hit me with the champagne bottle. I was just about to belt him again.” I turned my head so she could clearly see the spot where Marge had cut my hair and stitched my wound.“Well, I think he deserved that. And your friend, Troy, was even worse. What he did was terrible.”“I agree and he’ll be reminded of it every day of his life. My friend, Fred—he’s a detective for the Sheriff. Anyway, Fred told me that the doctors were able to. She turned away and compared his numbers with what he had gotten a month ago, and then with the numbers that the rest of the team were getting. He was doing okay. His lactate threshold was rising nicely and was somewhere near the middle of the team. His VO2max was huge, but when you took into account his body mass he was closer to the bottom of the team than the top. She talked him through the results as he pedaled slowly on his bike to cool down. He nodded grimly. She understood. Although the. .. then a moan.“Ohhh ... Jeff ... honeeey! ... Karen moaned as she felt her son’s nose pressed on her bare hairy pussy and was sniffing hard. She was still wearing her while t-shirt but bottomless as one of her legs splayed up supported by her son’s arms.Megan went and stood beside her brother and mother as Jeff proceeded to lick and ate his mother’s pussy.“How’s the smell now Jeff?” Megan asked“Hmmm ... there’s quite more pussy aroma, kind of salty and tastier.” Jeff mumbling.Megan and her mom.