His father would be angered if he caught him "snooping around", and would, more then likely, give John a beating. That was the one thing you could be ...ure of. His father was a firm believer in the benefit of a "good thrashing", as he would enthuse while dealing out the punishment, as though his father actually enjoyed it.It was his long professed "Christian Duty", and that was something John had learned was very important. Even his mother had received a thrashing when she did something out of. She saw my underwear, more something bursting through the elastic of the underwear, she hesitated, gathered courage, brought the elastic a few inches down, uncovered my organ, she clamped the head with her palm, lowered the underwear as though peeling a banana. She threw the kept the underwear near us, very thoughtful, but I knew we had at least 2 hours before her husband would come. She was gazing at my organ, she looked into my eyes, I held her head and pushed her towards it, and she opened. “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”“I know,” Alicia nodded. “And you’re right. I thought I’d start with you guys first. Maybe if he sees I’m making an effort, he won’t just – just – just kill me.”Sophia sighed, then pursed her lips. She looked into the air for a few moments before lifting her knitting and putting it aside.“I don’t think he’d ever actually have you killed,” Sophia told the younger woman. “You haven’t given him much choice, though. If you truly want to be accepted by. ”I laughed and said, “Maybe I’ll stop and see you if these two decide to go shopping this week. One shopping trip per week is enough for me. Now how about some cocktails?”“Right away Tom, still drinking Daley’s?”“We’ll have three Mark, thanks. Is Kevin around tonight?”“He sure is, I’ll send him right over. He’ll be happy to see you.”As Mark made our drinks both girls just stared at me. Aiesha said, “So are you on a first name basis with every bartender in the country?”Kelsey laughed and.