“I’ve made a mess of things, haven’t I? Maybe I’ll become a nun!”“Sister Melanie? I just don’t see it. And being around all women doesn�...�t seem to deter you from what I saw last time!” I said with a grin.She laughed, and I continued.“On a serious topic, have you considered becoming a therapist, you know, a psychologist? When I saw Doctor Mercer, I realized that both of you asked questions the same way and neither of you gave me answers. You both made me work it out for myself.”“I hadn’t thought. Becky was getting his cold beer from the fridge and she winked at me as she took the opener and flipped the top off the bottle. She smiled at me as she past me, back to hand Dad his beer and his paper.Becky slid right down into Dad’s lap and pushed the paper over so he had to talk to her. Dad’s like me, he’s a pushover for Becky and he always has time for her, no matter where, or for how long she needs to talk or be held.Becky’s wearing her blue boxers, which had slipped low on one hip as she. This skill would become amazing if it could be used on strangers, or people with whom, for example, passed near on the street. Unfortunately, only higher-level versions of this ability are more flexible.‘Well ... I think it’s better than nothing. And something tells me that this skill takes time to level up, so I think it’s better to buy it soon.’He bought it even with all demerits, as it is an important skill that needs to be leveled up.Lucas then navigated the store a little further and found. Then she layed on the bed and put their big screened television on. Watching something I couldnt tell what it was. The screen wasnt facing my way. But she was working on her nipples and reached over for yet another toy. I watched as she took her pants off then her panties. She was getting off to what ever she was watching. I don't know what I was thinking but I thought we should be friends. I thought up a great excuse to go over there later, just to meet her. Maybe a friend was just.