The town had been settled by Norwegian immigrants who were forced to stop there when many their wagons had broken down and needed major repairs. It wa... a nice town where there were many Jensen's and Sidebars but not so many people named Smith or Jones.Steve Ryan, a member of the Irish minority in Nordmen, parked in front of the bank. He walked inside the bank to talk to someone about what to do with the money they received for the coins. Greg and Dog stayed outside. They saw another car pull up. “I was in the backyard and it’s a little windy out.”“That’s funny it didn’t seem windy walking along the sidewalk to home,” Hanna said.Lisa sharpened her vision noticing the girls had undone several buttons on their blouses to let Dan see their bras and cleavage.“Mom, you always look so sexy in your clothes. Did you wear that for Dan?” She didn’t answer.“Dan, can you stay a while longer for another coffee?”“Yes, please stay. Are you a good friend of Mom’s?” Jenny asked.“Yes I am, a very good. . The only thing left to bring out was the turkey, and we were all waiting for him to come out of the kitchen with it so we could applaud him. And we waited... and we waited..."A big grin swept across Mayoni's face, but she kept her eyes closed. "The Plug finally comes out of the kitchen very sheepishly, without the turkey. He says that he can't get the turkey out of the oven, that it was stuck. Ha! We all got up to help him. At first I couldn't imagine what the problem could be. Turkeys don't. We've been necking some more, just messing around since you made me cum and inevitably we're starting to get horny again. Part of it is your gorgeous body. I'm smart enough to know that you bear little resemblance to a Playboy centerfold - but you're real. Sexy soft skin, a real tan, real tits, a genuine smile and real enjoyment in the real pleasure we share. That's worth more than all the airbrushed-perfect beauties they can stack up.Part of it is just you. We've known each other since.