I was a little upset about them drinking that much and meant to talk with him about it in the morning.I went upstairs as normal and peeked in to his r...om. He must have really drunk a lot because it looks as though he barely made it out of his clothes and to the bed. He lay face down on his bed with one leg hanging off in his boxers. Seeing how it looked like he might fall on the floor, I floated over in my own intoxicated state to do the motherly thing and put him in bed as best I could. In. "I'd fuck truck drivers, guys like that. Talk about men! Of course, Roy here is about as virile as three teamsters rolled into one, so I guess I don't have anything to complain about... cockwise." To start things off," Dan suggested, "why don't the women have a strip-tease contest. We'll watch and decide who does the sexiest job of getting her clothes off." You mean your pricks will do the deciding," Babs said with a laugh. The women thought it was a fine idea, and Nell put a record with a. . It was more than two weeks after her arrival in Montreal before I saw my daughter, who appeared suddenly one evening at my door in the company of her cousin."Hi Uncle Bill," Iz said smiling, "We're starving, I hope you've got something hot for us." Izzy," I said as I kissed her two cheeks, and then turning to Gayle smiled and said, "Hi honey, good to see you."She turned away from my embrace but issued a soft, "Hello Daddy," as she slipped by me into the hall, her black clothes a reflection of. She bumped into him, reaching out a hand to steady herself and him. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she said, looking up into his eyes. ‘Are you okay?’ His heart beat erratically, his mind raced. She was beautiful, with golden skin and dark hair, eyes so brown they almost looked black. When she smiled, her full strawberry colored lips pulled away from brilliant white teeth. Her hand, when she touched him, was soft and gentle, a caring hand, a tender hand. ‘I’m, uh, fine. Are you okay?’ he managed to ask around.